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i fold your love into paper cranes

i lick the edges and cut my tongue to dye the paper red before singeing the wings in a broken fireplace. i carry them in my pockets and...

shore to shore

last night, i saw you in a dream, a memory enveloping me in waves. this one brought fishnets full of sun-kissed arms and new year’s eve...

When women didn’t stay silent anymore

By Neha Varadharajan “She had a marvelous time ruining everything.” -Taylor Swift, “the last great american dynasty” She had carved her...

Your Point of View In My Perspective As The Ghost Of Sisyphus

By Wei Dewdney You are making a key. There’s a small window on the wall to your left, barely big enough for your hand to fit through....

First Place

By Emely Ou Feng Dismal and shadowy clouds closed all the gaps from brightness, making sure that no light could be leaked into the...

Fear of Fear

By Amberlynn Gong I’m not sure why I put myself through this. Frankly, I’m not sure why I ever decided to do this line of work. Armed...

perfectly imperfect

By Myesha Phukan are you the sharp-tongue? the cutting-edge sarcasm weaving its way out of your mouth without a thought? are you the ever...

The Hayes House

By Smrithe Rajesh Oliver tapped his fingers against the hardwood table in a repetitive motion. It was a cool, summer day and the boy was...

Tooth Fairy

By Emely Ou Feng "Mom" shouted in a young voice, a child who seemed seven or eight years old clenched his hand into a fist and jumped in...