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Prose

Blankets

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“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.” 

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Pradhyumn Pradeep

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we still do not own an oven

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“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.” 

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Anshi Purohit

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Charade

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“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.” 

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Rosalyn Gardner

Poetry

fruit fly epilepsy

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“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.” 

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Julia Glazebnik

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Summer Loneliness

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

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Eva Lam

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Unrequited Love in the Night Sky

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

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Eva Lam

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honeytrap.

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

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Katherine Zhao

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To: Nick Laird 

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

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“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” 

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Keyi Wang

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Girls in the Hallway

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

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Violet Hetherington

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The Untold Curse

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“I think / being strong / is a curse” 

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Amruta Dhuke

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You Will Never Stop Murdering Me

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“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” 

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Arianna Williams

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sleeping on a bed of stones

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

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Lily Wilson

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Tick Tock

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

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Ellie Yang

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