What comes after Post-Modernism?
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A Need for Shelter – by Audie Jinks
A Need for Shelter by Audrey Johnson “She says it’s not abuse because there’s no bruises, you know, because she doesn’t actually hit me. She just—” Owen twists a hand through the humid air in an arc, a weak summary of the terror his wife causes. Cicadas sing in the vines and brush that surround…
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The American Slave Craze and other work by Kamden Hilliard
Kamden Hilliard is studying creative writing, psychology, and education at Sarah Lawrence College. He is an older and younger brother. When he is not brother-ing he is a YoungArts level one winner in writing, a 2012 Davidson Laureate in Literature, and an avid hiker. In short, he tries to keep busy. Kamden is a poetry…
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Introducing World Wide Women
Together Anouska Beckwith and Lulu Barsotti, childhood best friends, have always shared an admiration and respect for strong women who live by and stand for their beliefs: Frida Kahlo, Patti Smith, Elizabeth 1st, Diane Fossey, Waris Dirie, Vivienne Westwood, Eleanor Roosevelt to name a few. Born from their shared philosophy of “if not you, who?”, these two…
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Don’t close your eyes please…by G. Mramor
Don’t close your eyes please. I want to look at you more before you start to dream. I want to see you grow up and be an old lady walking by your side. No no, don’t cry. It’s just a kiss. There’ll be lotsa kisses in your life. But this one’s special because it’s from…
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A Coffee Macro, A Mango Macro and a Shitty Macro by J.Gawrych
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Three Untitled Macros by J.Gawrych
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Counterstrike and other poems by William Ogden Haynes
Counter Strike If we had chosen a dark granite, the whole episode might have gone unnoticed,
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In Love, On Fire… by Brittney Bullock
I was afraid the love would come over me and char my flesh like the acrid kiss of fire, turn my skin a new, more true black, blacker than when I was born and you would see this and be left feeling responsible, so I turned you away for the night, claimed the shelter was…
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On Surviving A Crackhead In The BLDG by Julia Taveras
I am her. Her blood flows from my pen. Her cries tremble inside my eyes and they flood with rage. “This house is but a butchery/ Fear it, abhor it/ Do not enter it.” Shakespeare was talking about structure on this one; our structure. Social structures: the ones that shun those without title or consumption…
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‘along the happenstance of thought’ by phillipe chatelain
along the happenstance of thought do thoughts drown while asleep like a shark in place! the light doesn’t reach them completely. they float
Do you create?
