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Prose

Blankets

“They fail to vivify my prison. Ah, not prison. After busy work days and long hours of restless labor, I find myself somehow excited to return to this hell I call home.” 

Pradhyumn Pradeep

 

we still do not own an oven

“On the day a man with a sad face dressed as a patient lumberjack carved a hole into our kitchen and dragged our oven outside into his Goliath truck, my sister told me she wanted to learn how to bake.” 

Anshi Purohit

 

Charade

“Buoyant violin started to thrum, bringing life to the floor as lords and ladies were swept to dance in a sunrise of silk. Amongst the lively chords that floated through the air, a young woman stood propped against the glass balcony doors.” 

Rosalyn Gardner

Poetry

fruit fly epilepsy

“let me say it / like i mean it—in the water / your left foot lies lame / and there is something like blood / all over my hands.” 

Julia Glazebnik

 

Summer Loneliness

“that’s what summer is meant to be / lonely freedom, melancholy deception / thinking to yourself, this autonomy has been fooling me” 

Eva Lam

 

Unrequited Love in the Night Sky

“It is simple: humanity is in love with this star, / and believes it shines brighter every day / just for them.” 

Eva Lam

 

honeytrap.

sweeten my phlegm / sticky chords of honey envelop my thorax” 

Katherine Zhao

 

To: Nick Laird 

Subject: If you wrote Feel Free for my/our midnight mind(s)

“Unlike you, I still can’t write anything, for I still can’t / write a sentence that is too beautiful to be condemned / as interminable” 

Keyi Wang

 

Girls in the Hallway

“Girls in the hallway try to forget / Each other’s opal tears, / And that salty way they taste.” 

Violet Hetherington

 

The Untold Curse

“I think / being strong / is a curse” 

Amruta Dhuke

 

You Will Never Stop Murdering Me

“When I find the girl who murdered me / I am going to dig my sharpened nails into her cheek / I am going to make her bleed” 

Arianna Williams

 

sleeping on a bed of stones

“i’ve been exhausted for years / not finding remedy in sleep or sweet” 

Lily Wilson

 

Tick Tock

“It’s the absence of sound, so deafening, profound, / Lost in the labyrinth of tangled thoughts and fears” 

Ellie Yang

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