Archive for the ‘Prose & Cons’ Category

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Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Alex Coburn

I feel I am essentially the same person I was when I was five. I like to believe that all humans are like this, that we are really all just who we were when we were five. I suppose that makes things easier to swallow. When I was five, I owned black loafers with Hello […]

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Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Sarah Noell

He liked to open up his cabinet and find her wine glasses inside, Her lipstick stains in the sink. And so now they were his, And now she lived there too. He understood they were in love, in a deep pit of amicable arrangements, in physical debt, in a simply archaic form of attraction. But […]

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One Tooth

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Natalie Pappas

When people tell me they love me, I say One Tooth fast and stretch my lips into a smile. The wuh sounds like luh and tooth, drop -th, sounds close enough to the confirmation they expect to hear. On the phone it is easier to pretend my mouth is forming the correct words because if […]

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The Ramshackle Christmas and My Dad’s Lemon Pepper Pasta

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Mila Phelps-Friedl

The first Christmas I returned to the place I’d grown up, nearly four months had passed since I had seen my dad, and everything was different. I was different: four months of middle school in a brand new state really does have an effect. And he was different: new life, new home, new versions of […]

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A Poem in 3 Parts

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Courtney Ravelo

I. I smelled your cologne coming from a body that wasn’t yours calling me over to ask if there’s anything that reminds you of me as much as that cologne reminds me of you and if you’ll ever be back to wear it the way you used to just a little too much every time […]

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The Traveler

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Rae Harris

Feel the balmy air on your lips All sweat and skin and sighs Dreamy bruises collect like passport stamps on pale flesh Come and take a vacation to the land of intertwined limbs and intoxication A formal introduction to the world of weekend trips Blissful ignorance shuddering like a poison through youthful veins Follow them […]

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What Not to Do

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Kimberly Caceci

What not to do when you like a guy: The guide for dummies. Number One: When said guy walks into the room, do not look up. And if by any chance said guy does notice you, do not make any form of eye contact. Shit, of course I looked up. Now we made eye contact. […]

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pink februaries

Posted on February 27th, 2017 by Hakeem Anthony

what can be said about a pink february? what can be said when, these kinds are imagined, fantastic days where smiles reign over sadness like spring rains over the winter snow. pink februaries are those kinds of created scenes the lonely or social mind schemes to escape the seemingly lonely or social world where closing […]

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bad habits

Posted on December 13th, 2016 by Madison Barlow

by Madison Barlow she asked me why i let my fingernails grow. aren’t you afraid they’re going to break? she inquired. why do you let them grow so? i said: i let them stretch out nice and long and pretty so a boy will find me beautiful. and then i continued even though she opened […]

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My Love of His Form

Posted on December 13th, 2016 by Mikayla Mislak

by Mikayla Mislak He looks like a baby bird. His shoulder blades push against his skin like they’re wings that are still growing. The knobs of his spine are a ladder in his back. I press my hands against the little lumps, climbing down the stepping stones in his back. I want to untie the […]

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