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SCARED TO SAY I’M NOT TOTALLY STRAIGHT

Artwork by Jenna Tse, staff artist Life takes a new turn when you realize new things about yourself that change your perspective and your...

Ode to Your Things

By Enya Goonetilleke When you vanished, I kept your things. I slept in your favorite black sweater, It still smells of your perfume. Your...

Tattoo

The sound is what gets you first. That low pitched buzz like the angry cacophony of a million insects ricocheting through the air like...

oiseaux tristes

after Maurice Ravel when i felt the keys under my fingers, cupped frayed wings in my palms. a single note, a brushstroke, a bird call,...

want

We’re seventeen, sitting on top of Granny Polly’s grave stone. It’s fall, and the blackberries are in full fruit. We pick some to eat,...

Notes on Dentition and the Nature of Grief

The first thing you should notice is Emily, who is four teeth and six inches prettier now than she is here. She didn’t inherit your...

Yesterday

Every summer, the dust, and bushes reshape into objects I can see much better with my glasses on. So I try teaching myself how to draw...

Maiden Dissonance

For years, I had a recurring dream that I lost control. In the ash and haze, my ghostly hands passed clean through the steering wheel....

Shedding

(you drove too fast) I’m shedding again another layer another version of who I once was tug, jerk, rip, tear twist, slash, severe, ...