Split Ends | Kristi D. Osorio

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2022 Four days after my wedding, my mother posts on a popular question-answer forum asking strangers to help her kill herself in our garage. Nathan and I are in Palm Springs, trying

Hemispheres | Madeleine Bazil

Year after year, adaptation: neverunwieldy, but steady. Sometimes careless. Always there is traffic, and groceries.Those are the easy things. And then sometimesthese ruptures, or raptures.                                          Great distancesexpand / contract with my breath

Parched | Samantha Schnell

Parched When I woke up this morning I was thirsty for waterso I went into the kitchen and made a coffee.  Then I reclined on the couch, warming my ovarieswith my laptop

Netflix Thriller | Paul Rabinowitz

We watched free solo about the guy who climbed el capitan with no ropes always one finger grip away from death and as we sat glued to our computer screen for two

Two Poems | kyung

Cyclical Renunciations No more photographs in waiting.No more visuals from inner eyepurged, nor visions of dreamswe cannot grasp in our everyday.I’ve dropped my life through life itself,only to find in its metal

Doe | Ali Bryan

A blue backpack, filthy, open. Five-year-old Liza was miles from the campsite—metres? What was a mile? Minutes. It had taken her roughly five to get here, to this tree with its fat

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