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Juan Morales

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Diane Seuss Interview

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Steven Dunn

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On Seventeen in Appalachia

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Up in Light

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Hillary Leftwich

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Thirteen

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Kiss Me

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Issue One

Summer 2018 Poetry Cortney Lamar Charleston Jenny Yang Cropp Danielle Cadena Deulen Jessica Lanay Lisa L. Moore Michael Wasson Fiction Every Living Thing in the Desert is Afraid ~ Julia Dixon Evans METALHEAD ~ Todd Kaneko berlin: sky waving god ~ lance olsen BellJarred ~ Lee Ann Roripaugh George Bull ~ Erika Wurth Non-Fiction Ancestor […]

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Cortney Lamar Charleston 

BALDWIN RIFF The whole world is burning,but I’m still not sweating.              This means one of two things:  I’m not close enough to the flames(Ha! Have you looked at me, fam?!)                                                           orI, myself, am made of fire.   NOTE PINNED TO THE WALL FOR THE FLY WHO FREQUENTS IT I don’t give a damn anymore. […]

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George Bull

George Bull from Buckskin Cocaine Erika T. Wurth For some reason it’s the sound of the big, grey van door sliding shut on her face that dusty night in August that I can’t get out of my head. Not that I give a fuck. I mean, I was on speed and coke and that little […]

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Jenny Yang Cropp

About the Author THE GIRL wonders: If the emotional equivalent of tornadic wind is a particular kind of fury, under what conditions will a girl become a supercell?[1] At what speed will a poison heart unhanded lodge in someone’s chest like straw in a telephone pole?   ______________ [1] On her second birthday, 59 tornadoes […]

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berlin : sky waving goodbye

berlin : skin waving goodbye excerpt from My Red Heaven lance olsen Every evening the dead gather on rooftops across the city. Bodies, sexes, injuries, illnesses shed, they become aware over and over again their lives are going on somewhere else without them. Maybe they imagine others taking up where they left off, Anita Berber […]

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A La Loro Morte

A La Loro Morte Heidi Czerwiec Lord, allow me to eat what feeds on death to strum my psalm and not myself be plucked. —“Lamb’s Canyon,” Heidi Czerwiec I’m a mushroom hunter. In order to find mushrooms, I need familiarity with what they feed on. To be blunt, mushrooms feed on death. Many species are […]

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Producing Pearl Harbor: Militourism, Memory, and Colonial Curations of Space

Producing Pearl Harbor: Militourism, Memory, and Colonial Curations of Space Paxon Balthazar Kalāhikiola Chang The H-1 spans from West to East O’ahu, contouring the Leeward side of the island, extending from Farrington Highway in Kapolei to Kalaniana’ole Highway in Kāhala. I move through O’ahu by way of the H-1: Begin on the Eastside at Aunty […]

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METALHEAD

METALHEAD AT THE MALL W. Todd Kaneko Metalhead swaggers through the mall, a giant crumpled and stuffed into a sixteen-year-old boy’s scrawny frame. His parents say his sister tried to smother him with a pillow when he was a baby, so now he refuses to be suffocated. He needs to take up space, so the […]

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Danielle Cadena Deulen

In Movies, The Apocalypse is always nigh, drives the ache in the head of the unsung genius deeper as he circumnavigates the earth in his grey submarine, the soft green glow of a warhead within it.  He looks like a savior but he is disturbed, kept awake at night by angels hammering scenes of heaven […]

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