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The Messenger || Kimberly Parish

October 27, 2018

14 February 1918South of Rostov-on-the-Don, Ukraine The sky hung heavy over the steppe. It pressed through the man’s coat, and his horse shivered with each gust of the frozen wind. Blowing snow stung his face and blinded him.

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Notes from the Living Perished || Ryan Curcio

September 26, 2018

Brief respite atop my porcelain throne,I’m king of the degenerates.Return to the clang and clatter of droppedand raised hydraulic scorpion pincers. Bend, lift, place, ride. Shrill clarion cries form a sonorousand imposing orchestra, like free jazz sped

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Your Order is Up || Grace Jasmine

September 14, 2018

A while back I was having an exchange with my brother in which we werediscussing how we would like to leave this earth—the trappings, the fripperies,if you will. How we would like to be boxed up and sent away

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A Mendelian Self-portrait || Jay Thumar

May 22, 2016

On this page, I exhibit the fauvist mother gazein thirsty gouache strokes that couldn’t be undone.But my heart hides the aches of a peasant paintbrushwhose meager lines, couldn’t be made visible. On it, my father’s nose and skin

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The Door || Anna Lee

May 22, 2016

She tugged at her purple bracelet, twisted her hair, and worried of what would happen if the guard saw her walk in. What would he think? What would anyone think?

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The Messenger || Kimberly Parish

Notes from the Living Perished || Ryan Curcio

Your Order is Up || Grace Jasmine

A Mendelian Self-portrait || Jay Thumar

The Door || Anna Lee

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