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June 27, 2019 | Poetry

for mother #4, who dug me from an ocean floor with bare hands

dezireé a. brown

to Mrs. Burrell

When Ms. Griffin was fired, my mother said 
it was because she was too gay, too flamboyant 
for our small charter school. I mourned her 
ombre dreadlocks and her laugh that swept

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Glass City Aubade photo

June 25, 2019 | Poetry

Glass City Aubade

Gavin Yuan Gao

Nights shipwrecked / in nameless wanting

The city a floating glass 
garden / to be lost in

Banished from the blinked-out streets / we put 
our dollar-store faith / in the claw machine

wager

Science photo

June 25, 2019 | Fiction

Science

Anna Elise Anderson

She didn’t look mad, but she was something. She was moving slow-fast like a cat, something I’d never witnessed, like I could feel how fast she wanted to go but wasn’t going.

Your Hair: A Timeline photo

June 24, 2019 | Nonfiction

Your Hair: A Timeline

Dharani Persaud

Now, you book an appointment on a whim. But it’s not a whim. You’ve been thinking about this for a while.