It’s 9 a.m.

Brent Taalur RamseyFebruary 26, 2024

& I’ve already pieced it out in my head: From inside the house, I can hear the horses neighing in the backyard, waiting for their buckets to be filled with ...

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SHASTA COLA SHASTA COLA

Maya StahlerFebruary 19, 2024

There’s a lime wedge at the bottom of this Shasta cola. Amaranthine,            I put it. I’m an autoca...

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Why’d You Call the Wee-Yoo Van?

Emmie ChristieFebruary 16, 2024

There, a small twinge in my armpit, I’m sure it’s nothing bad, It’s happened for the last three days I try not to think of that. I try not to think about T...

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In the Quiet Corners Of the Mind

Jenna GroffFebruary 15, 2024

In the quiet corners of my mind, I stand alone, a solitary figure, Caught in the crossfire of time, A dance with destiny, both fierce and obscure. I am th...

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They ask if I saw Oppenheimer and I reply

Alex Wells ShapiroFebruary 13, 2024

no one’s seen any- thing cause there’s so much to see and doom- scrolling eases our thumbs soft and calloused alike, which is why I assume no one’s bo...

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2008

Ian SchoultzFebruary 7, 2024

the nights spent in your basement. blowing smoke through a fan pointed out the window. your family shuffling above. my feet off the end of the shag rug, heel...

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summer vacation

Megan BusbiceFebruary 1, 2024

the tops of my thighs were burning in the sun before jumping into cold brown water in my underwear and someone’s dad’s extra shirt. they said, don’t tell her...

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love me like a goddamn dime then

Kristin LuekeJanuary 23, 2024

for alan i could make a room holy out of anything earthly. they don’t teach you that at princeton. they don’t say what to say when that man makes his meticul...

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First round draft pick, as deferred by mister softee and an emt

Darby EbelingJanuary 17, 2024

Recently scrubbed low tops, fresh cat puke in lattice, pause the storm door’s hydraulic hymn,      the latest in responsibly sourced stained glass, as fresh-s...

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Suburban Souls

Bethany JarmulJanuary 11, 2024

We observe families of deer nibbling sprouts and delivery men stacking packages on porches. We smell the earth after a rainstorm mingled with our neighbors’ smo...

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Breakage

Lora RobinsonJanuary 4, 2024

I binge watch Intervention- is that an addiction? The only cosmic irony is that the stars die long before they hear us compliment their glittering gowns. Som...

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Meadow Soprano Sings a Choir Solo while Christopher Moltisanti Shits his Pants on the Dock

Jessie Lovett AllenJanuary 3, 2024

After the final scene of S1 E3 of The Sopranos, “Denial, Anger, Acceptance” At my kid’s concerts, I see the montage: Meadow Soprano sings a choir solo while ...

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Long-Distance Nudes

Ella SchmidtJanuary 2, 2024

Our second spring, rowan unfurls at the foot of the chapel. I reach for him, a trucker motel in one of the Carolinas— this uncomplicated matter, these competi...

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Gross Domestic Problem

Kylie A HoughDecember 27, 2023

What’s the opposite of a capitalist. I’m you and you’re me but it seems strange. Ecofeminist. Seems, being the operative word. Progress versus connection. But i...

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Untitled

Zoe KorteDecember 22, 2023

Nostalgia is a small, brassy machine that longs to be a rare fish. Chew it and it will taste of breastmilk. It is a robin and a chapel, but not lemongrass. ...

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Vampire Want Ad

Patrick Paridee SamuelDecember 20, 2023

I saw a vampire at the baths last week mid-July, 1976, Tim Dlugos notes in his New York diaries. I seek that undead deserving an entire entry, not noncha...

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Self-portrait As Schrodinger’s Cat

Paul ChuksDecember 12, 2023

In a box where nothing justifies my blackness, I am the temperature of the sky a minute after sundown. Only apostasy and my lust for godhood have kept me away f...

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The Rating Game

Karen CrawfordDecember 5, 2023

Maybe I’m late to your work party on purpose and there’s a line to kiss the ring (your new boss’s ring) and she’s Silicon Valley cheekbones honeyed extensions c...

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Parallel

Emily CementinaDecember 4, 2023

I remember blue from the window rodeo horses shadows outside pawn shop jewelry our glittering fingers At the altar you waited thought of state ...

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I want to take you to the record store

David ColodneyNovember 19, 2023

& marry you at the checkout counter catching muses & trading glances browsing dusty racks.         You wander down the aisle labeled “country” & ...

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SONNET 1

Zoe Contros KearlNovember 13, 2023

Late summer, hot heat, I navigate my wants, my skincare, SPFs. It is Real Feel 114 degrees and I cannot seem to get a fucking grip. My own mother’s hands, he...

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Could I be anymore…

Victoria NordlundNovember 6, 2023

Matthew Perry died yesterday at 54. This hit me hard. Maybe because I am 54 too. & John Ritter was 54 when his heart gave out. He was my first crush. I l...

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detox

Austin DavisNovember 5, 2023

i call the clinic while u fix us a drink then we waste away the afternoon kissing on the couch with the curtains half-drawn this isn’t ur 1st relapse t...

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Pressing Rewind on the Tape of It All

J.P. HuberOctober 31, 2023

Let there be light – and then, cities blossom beneath sirened skies like they’re gasping for air. Silent black crafts flock to the tarmac. Ice plenishes the...

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“Freaky” and “Friends”

Julián MartinezOctober 11, 2023

Freaky I meant to tellthe birthday boyhe was the oldesthe’d ever been,but I said, “you’re asold as you’ll ever be,”and his parentsdidn’t bat an eye Fr...

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References

MaryelizabethSeptember 19, 2023

One time Clay and Rob at the rental shop didn’t make me pay the late fee on some cross country skis and they said maybe instead you could bring us some cookies ...

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Stiff Drinks in Key West

Erica ReidSeptember 13, 2023

—a pecha kucha à la Terrence Hayes      The airport in Key West maintains a bar at baggage claim. It is easy to tell which passengers are arriving ...

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For Fuck’s Sake

Amy RothschildSeptember 11, 2023

“‘Everyone dies one day. Everyone. Even wolves. But not books. Not words. Words don’t die.’ --my son, 3, who is a lot smarter than I am” “Oh fuck off Rebecca ...

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The Nature of Emoji Rabbits

Quinn WhiteSeptember 10, 2023

I dropped a white rabbit emoji at the hypnotist’s feet. He asked, Why rabbits? Days passed. I sent more rabbits. Why on my mind, loud Debussy, sunset, a sip...

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I Danced with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight and All I Got Was This Lousy Shirt

Bre D'AlessioSeptember 8, 2023

Her hair was a cascading wave I thought I could climb. The way she threw her head back with laughter those strands enveloped her. It was her hands, though s...

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