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Anne Federoff Anne Federoff

Suspension

We skittered all over the woods, doubling over in hysterics when we saw anyone. Their bodies appeared wavy and distorted, weird sounds escaped from their too big mouths. We’d run from them screaming in glee. We must’ve looked nuts.

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Adrienne Pine Adrienne Pine

Mother

After my mother’s death, I was left with a sense of emptiness. I found consolation in the family treasure trove of pictures. I loved looking at the images of my parents at the beginning of their marriage, when they were younger than I had ever known them, and their life together was a future promise.

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Sarah Johnson Sarah Johnson

Brain Waves

I have yet to understand the pain within me that is so latent and so amorphous. It does not scream like the pain that caused Toews’s family members to take to the tracks. It does not lead me to the pill bottles of my own that contain more than enough chemicals to kill me, but they sit on my kitchen table.

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Abigail Moma Abigail Moma

Growing Young

It is ironic how the closer to death we get, / the more we appreciate the life we have.

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Natasha Johnson Natasha Johnson

Reflection

I’d always return to the mirror / to paint inside the frame /with brushes I did not own.

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Amélie Pollak Amélie Pollak

Picket Fence

I surrendered many times / and painted lullabies / across the walls / to lure myself into slumber

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Danelle Callahan Danelle Callahan

Volume

My volume is turned down, but the / critical voices inside I still hear, My volume is real low, some days I can hardly leave my bed.

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Christopher Mari Christopher Mari

The Way We Read Today

We perceive the world spatially and often recall things based on their location. The reason why you remember that the passage you’re looking for is on the bottom left-hand corner of a page is the same reason why you always know to turn right at the red house on the corner.

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Melissa Mark Melissa Mark

My Mother’s Eyes

She was not that person, but she was trying. Smiles and laughter came more easily to her, softening her hard lines and creating fine ones around her eyes.

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Desiree Abalos Desiree Abalos

Things To Know When Living With White Roommates

Your roommate thinks it’s funny to say, “I brought the Mexican!” when you guys arrive. You’ll laugh and roll your eyes, tell yourself it isn’t a big deal. Then they’ll start making “Build the Wall” cracks when you beat them at cards.

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Dorothy Shytles Dorothy Shytles

Clear Blue Mourning

I see you in our living room, lying still on the couch. My voice ringing out through the silence, my guitar vibrating in my shaking hands as I sing about amazing grace, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

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Rachel Schmidt Rachel Schmidt

White Noise

there is no joy of newness in ashes.
no beauty in watching the world burn.

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Sarah Liese Sarah Liese

Split Ends

mother tells me
it’s a Navajo tradition
hair is memory
hair is nizhóní

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Sophia Newcomb Sophia Newcomb

Mothers

She remembers the sound of tiny, rushing feet,
Of laughter in the halls
Every tear shed, every prayer before bed

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Nicholas MacDonnell Nicholas MacDonnell

The People We Ate Dinner With

The people we ate dinner with were not always lost. In fact, some of them were the most grounded people I’ve ever met, ones who knew exactly what it was that led them to our table, and leaving, where they were meant to go.

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Eva Kerins Eva Kerins

Making you A Metaphor

It would never be the same, and haranguing me about dystopian clichés in the way that used to lead to a deeper shared intimacy fell flat. We no longer spoke the same language, and we realized it in a way that hurt and healed at the same time.

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Madeline Marquardt Madeline Marquardt

Tadpoles and Pandemic Hope

One day she’ll see her tortoise, and travel the world, and swim with sea creatures, and draw them all, but she doesn’t need me to wish that for her.

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