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Category: Poetry

| By Cole Swensen

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

Effect of noon

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| By Angela Ball

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

To Lon Cheney in “The Unknown”

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| By Allison Campbell & Alf Dahlman

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

Checkerboard

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| By Bianca Stone

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

The Last of the Mohicans

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| By Timothy Liu

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

Family Romance II

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| By Brandon Downing

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

This was only natural

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| By K. Silem Mohammad

[ Issue Issue #1 ]

My MooLatte

I got a pedicure with my friend Tom yesterday at the mall we’re super special MooLatte lovers and I’m his little dandelion I love him! I wish we were more but I’m fine with what we are it’s good all around   Tom and I went to New York the guy that gave me my …

| By K. Silem Mohammad

[ Issue Issue #1 ]

Some Cats

for Alli Warren   every day I see evidence that tells me I should be afraid later I discover not all my friends are true here’s a look at some cats   I believe that NBC wants a specific result a key ingredient in modern police culture is the car chase mullet girl looking like …

| By K. Silem Mohammad

[ Issue Issue #1 ]

Why I Am Not an Asshole

I am not an asshole. I am a very kind and giving person. Where is MY freaking thank-you? Also,   Mr. Pissywussy was declaring 2004 the year of blind choices. Now I have to take time to be grilled on what I want to write about and why. It’s a “Cat Spa.” It’s my goddamn …

| By Jeremy Lespi

[ Issue Issue #1 ]

The Belarusian

How can we speak the same language, having two separate tongues? I wonder what you thought of us, all audience and cowardice. You saw your mother bombed and I saw my father bombed. The same dream whispered the Gardens of Eden never were. A fever checks the room., considering whom to inhabit. Your home sprung …