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December 10, 2019 | Nonfiction

This Must Be The Place 

Emily O'Neill

There’s no room that’s mine. This thought occurred to me plenty as a child, but it was a fact without any emotion attached. I think about it especially when I watch house hunting shows: what a wish list looks like for people who get to choose where they live on purpose.

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December 9, 2019 | Nonfiction

Leg Warmer

Jaya Wagle

The first time a boy accidently touches your leg you are fourteen—

TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME photo

December 6, 2019 | Poetry

TRYING NOT TO BE RAPED, TRYING NOT TO LISTEN TO WHAT MEN TELL ME

Joanna C. Valente

i don't know how to manage time
the same way i manage my 
body

away from men
and... more

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December 5, 2019 | Nonfiction

Sticky 

Hope Henderson

I had anted up already: pics in the too-small bikini top he liked, back arched in his favorite Brazilian-cut bottoms. Did you just take these for me? he asked. By your mid-30s, romance is infinite regress. Or infinite repeat. Or just infinite, like Groundhog Day, or samsara. I don’t reuse sexts! I replied. This is romantic. We understand this is romantic. It is, in fact, romantic to take pictures just for him.