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Fibres of Elevate by Clare Archibald and Brian McHenry

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Cross Fictions by Garett Strickland

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Gustave Moreau, “Orpheus at the Tomb of Eurydice”

THE DESERT SAYS the father’s dead it’s a hole we’re standing on, a grain of death, the grain of His death white in the Son praised white the only time. Remembering money is the medicine the judge said others were to take, a dead brother slayne in stammering name of my father’s dark kentucky I made, the tally thrown down to create. Continue reading “Cross Fictions by Garett Strickland”

Collages by Alyssa Ciamp

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Ancient Egress 1
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Ancient Egress 2

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Poetry by Lisa L. Weber

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Boogeymen

I lie awake, my eyes fixed on the emptiness above,

searching for something in the shadows, Continue reading “Poetry by Lisa L. Weber”

3 Poems by Sara Matson

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<nite out>

syringe brains
have their queen
of jazz //
“smells of rotted
sunshine!”
he wailed into
velvet curtains, Continue reading “3 Poems by Sara Matson”

Crevice by Trina Young

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Corinne shrunk herself to bird size, just hatched.

Cupped on a leaf, she floated down from a tree branch delicately. Her mind rocked back and forth, rocking the leaf back and forth. This was something she did sometimes when she needed to calm down, more relaxing than counting to ten. In her vision, a centipede dropped into the leaf, the comfort cut off completely. Continue reading “Crevice by Trina Young”

Images by Abbie Foxton

Voices in Artificial Light 

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Photos/poem by Kim Koga

 

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[She clamps the eyes]

She clamps the eyes

one last

time and begins to pluck the

hair.

She keeps their necks tied

and gallops

alongside Continue reading “Photos/poem by Kim Koga”

A Pulser Sunsetting by Rebecca Grandsen

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My father took me down to the stream and tore my denim dress. The sun tinkled on the water while I tasted it, all fish scales and mud. He stepped along the downy bank, between high scarlet grasses, broken from the wind. Eyes veined. His neck contorted with the strain of watching me float, tendons rigid. Continue reading “A Pulser Sunsetting by Rebecca Grandsen”

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