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Volume 17

All posts for Volume 17

Creative Nonfiction

Lindsey Jones

The Cold is Called Winter As a child, I don’t remember once noting the ritual graying of the sky or greening of the earth. I...
Poetry

E Peregrine

Digitalis purpurea Somewhere I am not in motion but held by foxgloves and June grey granite peering over asphalt curves golden lines are lanes and bumblebees bloodspot blossoms and a summer not yet here but not yet there,...
Poetry

Lauren Crawford

Day #78 The scouts are rowdy again as they parade to the pool. They skip in circles around me and make a game out of who can...
Poetry

Ace Boggess

Perfect Kiss The first insults those that follow— a curiosity, a carnival ride at dusk. Second or hundred-&-third recalls the first, measured & found lesser—small rite in tribute to inaugural...
Poetry

Anya Kirshbaum

Letter From the Edge of Every Known Thing Dear Ginkgo, are we so different? You at the edge of undress—I, undone, unkempt, infant at my...
Creative Nonfiction

Laila Gharzai

A Helping Hand It’s winter and my mom’s standing in the kitchen of my moldy flat in the outskirts of Greater London, chopping Romano...
Poetry

Joe Wilkins

Aubade Ending with a College Acceptance Letter That time at the Ingomar rodeo, back of the horse trailers, all that dirty July light, gleam & shit-spatter, the dust...
Poetry

Sonia Greenfield

By the Pound This poem is so starved it doesn’t know where to begin, so it opens with my mother’s rubber “fuck cancer” bracelet too baggy on...
Poetry

Robin Turner

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...
Poetry

Matthew Lippman

Outside World Of Beers (for Diane) My friend Geoffrey, he’s a poet,once wrote a poem with the line,You and me and the department of beer. My...
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