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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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Every Living Thing in the Desert is Afraid

Every Living Thing in the Desert is Afraid Julia Dixon Evans   “Are you ready?” Samir asks, not looking up from his phone. “It’s not time,” I say, zipping up my pack. “We have to wait until night.” “I’m looking at that blog you sent me,” he says. “This woman is so full of herself.” […]

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Belljarred

Belljarred Lee Ann Roripaugh At fourteen, you were completely obsessed with The Bell Jar. Of course, you loved the wry, fucked-up voice of Esther Greenwood, but mostly you were obsessed with the way the book so coolly articulated the possibilities of an exit strategy. You didn’t know anything about exit strategies at fourteen, but when […]

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Michael Wasson

SELF–PORTRAIT WITH TORN SHEETS of music: left to smolder the broken bed                 while the body is abandoned to the dream: bed sheets like a curtain                 of smoke: I’m rising like scent woven into the sweat collected &              smeared over my neck: a blue vein throbbing like a life-              rope—a way out of the dark: the […]

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Red Turns Insolence into Innocence

Red Turns Insolence into Innocence Lily Hoang   Let me tell you a story. It happened long, long ago, in places without names, but they are stories worth hearing, so listen with care. It is said that history repeats itself, again and again, and now that I am older, I do as I please and […]

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Ancestor of Fire

Ancestor of Fire Aaron A. Abeyta I wish to be an ancestor of fire and how flames came to be, an ancestor of particular slants and dances of light wherein memory is born. We are working in the half-light of a March dusk; the lambs run and jump as if they are born of sun […]

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Lisa L. Moore

A CHURCH IN BRONZEVILLE a golden shovel for Gwendolyn Brooks my cupped hands full of honey, and you can’t see it there but it’s not a metaphor, we all came to a point like an artichoke heart, we knew how to pour warm sticky divinity beautifully into our hearts, how we knew is how we […]

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Interview: Printer Aaron Cohick of The Press at CC

Interview with Aaron Cohick Aaron Cohick is the Printer of The Press at Colorado College. He is also the founder and proprietor of the NewLights Press, a small press focused on the intersection of experimental writing and artists’ publishing. He received a BFA in painting from the Maryland Institute College of Art in 2002, and an MFA […]

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Contributors

Issue One Aaron A. Abeyta Paxon Balthazar Kalāhikiola Chang Cortney Lamar Charleston Jenny Yang Cropp Heidi Czerwiec Danielle Cadena Deulen Julia Dixon Evans Lily Hoang W. Todd Kaneko
 Jessica Lanay Lisa L. Moore lance olsen 
Lee Ann Roripaugh Michael Wasson
 Erika Wurth

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