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May 16, 2025 | Poetry

Why I Pulled All the Reds from My Crayola Box

Patrick G. Roland

Before the internet had all the answers,
before Siri, before Alexa,
before TikTok teens with ring lights
explained the universe in under thirty seconds—
I had my dad.

Dad was my Wikipedia.
Dad

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May 15, 2025 | Fiction

Excerpts from STEALING MARQUEE MOON

Christopher Kennedy

In those days, it was popular to ask, What would Jesus do? I crucified myself for days.

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May 15, 2025 | Fiction

She Wants Her MTV

Mallory Smart

They said it was a record-breaking storm. I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to find a clean bowl and wondering if the radiator was supposed to make that noise. I didn’t think anyone would be out

Playing House photo

May 14, 2025 | Poetry

Playing House

Emily Sperber

Look longingly
out the window. Wait for myself to come home.

May 13, 2025 | Poetry

3 Poems

Olivia Cook

County Holding

In county holding, girls recite the future from memory.

Sleep is an escape. Blankets for those with perfect zeros.

In county holding, the girls, they’re always using the

May 12, 2025 | Nonfiction

Rewriting Sentences

Tara Layne

We shouldn’t have become friends. Everything about our separate lives suggested we wouldn’t meet—me in the comfort of my sunny Los Angeles home, framed by blue skies, and Frank confined by barbed wire

May 11, 2025 | fucked up modern love essays

BUT THEN YOU’RE OUT OF ARROWS

Carly Kaste

The hamster was actually a mouse. We were calling a lot of things by the wrong names back then.

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Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

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