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Table of contents
prose 10 The Wild Hunt Anne Tedeton 22 Summer Storms Joe Bodie 32 Green Flash at Sunset Garrett Mitchell 39 Philematophobia Anne Tedeton 45 The Dog Park Joe Bodie 49 The Prey of the Vulture F. B. Wood 56 Night Jessica Pisa 66 My New Home Drayton Hammes 79 Banrock: How Australia Changed My Life 92 On a Thursday Joe Bodie 97 Voice of Reason Cody H. Owens 21 Blue Funk Amanda Darchiville 29 Flames of Her Memories Evan Marchi 30 Eighteen Is Too Old Rebekah Robinson 31 Student Drayton Hammes 38 The Untitled Poem Deanna Falls 44 Fired Shira Gaffney 55 Aquila Americana Cody H. Owens 58 Conversations Joe Bodie 60 When Fears Trina Higgins 61 Tears of the Moon Rebekah Robinson 63 Remembrance Jake Hennett 64 Untitled Ashley Hankins 65 Black Womans Song of Self Love Trina Higgins 68 I Question Derika Wilson 70 We Are Not Crazy Rebekah Robinson
Garrett Mitchell
poetry 6 Street Music Trina Higgins 7 Pleasures Nya Marsh 8 Dolled-Up Infidelity Shira Gaffney 9 Why This Love Rebecca Maycan 17 I Used to Dream About Beautiful Things Katie Poindexter 19 I Know My Daddy Loves Me Rebekah Robinson 20 The Grape Danny P. Barbare
amanda darchiville
Those sticky embers, This blasphemous ink, Corrodes my mind, at once so fierce. Am I forbidden of normalcy Unlike the ones I love? I attempt to care, I attempt to seek, But nothing breaches this shakable curse. I yearn to love, I yearn to care, The beautiful parts of being. Im not allowed this gift of life, Im called for harder things. I pray the day You erupt my soul, Ill spread my blessed wings.
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If only Id known. But let us not discuss a love long gone for that is not the story to be told here. A year after that night, she left me for one of a thousand other men who were dominated by her beauty, her wit, her intelligence. Darling, I just cant. I have to go. I begged. I pleaded. I knelt at her feet and kissed the ground she stood on. Really, this is no time for dramatics, dear. My heart splintered. But she refused to say more. She took her umbrella, kissed my cheek and walked out the door. I didnt see her again until two years later. As I was walking across Times Square, a horde of black suited men wearing fedoras,
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amanda darchiville
Those sticky embers, This blasphemous ink, Corrodes my mind, at once so fierce. Am I forbidden of normalcy Unlike the ones I love? I attempt to care, I attempt to seek, But nothing breaches this shakable curse. I yearn to love, I yearn to care, The beautiful parts of being. Im not allowed this gift of life, Im called for harder things. I pray the day You erupt my soul, Ill spread my blessed wings.
blue funk
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