New Hampshire has an opioid problem

Danielle ShorrJuly 13, 2019

It takes 10 minutes in front of the urn  to realize what it is; the gravel of her unbody in a pink casing she might have picked  out herself. There is no vie...

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I Attract People with White Savior Complexes

Delvon T. MattinglyJune 24, 2019

I never intend to dismiss true philanthropic work, but to the people who believe saving is necessary: Trust me, it is not. To them, I am civilized, a cont...

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Witchcraft

Andrew HamiltonJune 21, 2019

You are the voice of Stevie Nicks, and I am Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar chords strumming Rhiannon out of the coffin in your ribcage. Copper wire luring Sale...

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Superstition

Courtney CookJune 5, 2019

I bought a book of poetry titled depression is a thunderstorm and i am a scared dog and I wanted to revise it, change ‘depression’ to ‘life’. I think about...

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Departure from the Act in Itself

Spencer FolkinsJune 4, 2019

Mechanical. You know it, let it know yourself, but neither puts thought into action. You call it a departure from the act in itself. You call it [insert circu...

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Wow Bob Wow

Juliet Cook and j/j hastainMay 10, 2019

Semi-see-through tights might need to be eliminated from your leg repertoire if you hope to get into the opera without paying. In this theater, fishnet st...

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reality, in bloom.

Annette CovrigaruMay 10, 2019

with this chest unviable, & this bite unclenched, i cinch my innards & threaten to strangle my spirit.         &nb...

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Ape-Like

Courtney CookApril 4, 2019

lines in italics written by Josh Olivier   We sit stoned on the couch, our feet sweaty and outstretched. The smell of them in the air. You read...

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Ode to My Inbox at 1,414 E-Mails

Chloe N. ClarkMarch 28, 2019

I get a hundred e-mails a day that have nothing to do with my life—they’re for things I might buy but haven’t, places I could go but most likely will not ...

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The wildflowers grow in river patterns in every field we pass

Carmen E. BradyMarch 21, 2019

and I’m too embarrassed to ask why or admit my lingering ignorance of the plains of which parts are coincidence and which purpose Shouldn’t I kno...

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hibachi night

Mikaela GranthamMarch 21, 2019

we watched a guy build a volcano from an onion. this seems to be going well, i thought. turns out, i actually do like sake. we watched a guy make fire by lighti...

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ALTAR

Michael Wayne HamptonMarch 19, 2019

Why do you return to the gravesite   after strands of words read wrong draw circle around your feet     After the stone has been rolled away? and nothing found ...

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Days Fly By

Frank G. KariorisMarch 13, 2019

The days that just fly by are the best and worst. What happens in them? Where did they go? For the most part I would say that to the largest degree these ar...

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Heavy vein connecting my brain and stomach

Nathan CainesMarch 13, 2019

God damn. God damn. God damn. I sink beneath the hands in surrender Obliteration pleasure In the miasma of winter Things look binary And all my n...

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VIBRATO

Lauren SaxonMarch 13, 2019

We spent the night performing blood transfusions pumping alcohol into each other’s veins to displace the sadness Drunk enough to grow, but not drunk enough ...

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Heavy vein connecting my brain and stomach

Nathan CainesFebruary 15, 2019

God damn. God damn. God damn. I sink beneath the hands in surrender Obliteration pleasure In the miasma of winter Things look binary And all my nerves are ...

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alchemy: an introduction

Lawrence Lorraine MullenFebruary 14, 2019

after Hiromu Arakawa’s Full Metal Alchemist   liberal arts colleges should let you try your hand at alchemy a humanity of the hard sciences   transmu...

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The Troxler Effect

Victoria NordlundFebruary 13, 2019

In 1804, Ignaz Troxler made the discovery that rigidly fixating one’s gaze on some element in the visual field can cause surrounding stationary images to seem t...

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Balloon

Rachel ChenFebruary 12, 2019

mascara doesn’t drip down your cheeks / you can’t even have this / an accepted expression of sadness / tears won’t come / they take effort / breath / breath / b...

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[Recovery]

Kathryn PaulsenFebruary 5, 2019

If you can suppress the symptoms for three years we might agree that you no longer have it and may freely regress to the hard-hearted world of the healt...

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An Ode to Those I Love

Ben von JagowJanuary 27, 2019

I love my mother and I love my dog But this poem Acknowledges The others. Male, Aged 25-34, In the red Volvo Driving down Yonge Street. I love...

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Between

Kelli SimpsonJanuary 27, 2019

Between the pages of The Handmaid's Tale a pressed flower...

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Thou Shall Not Suffer a Witch to Live

Stacy Jane GroverJanuary 18, 2019

What was it you said about revenge while we watched cadmium flames turn black-tile at midnight? That revenge is an unshouldered recoil, a fatal ricochet? No, th...

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Grinding My Teeth

Meg JohnsonJanuary 17, 2019

Don't you hate it when your imaginary boyfriend is mean to you? I've really built up a lot of resentment toward him. I found out he slept with an escort. Yes, i...

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little z

Holly DayJanuary 16, 2019

last night I dreamed about your fingers on my flesh my body too small to take your words anymore, I am not your handpuppet, mister last night I screamed mysel...

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Drive Through

Douglas ColeJanuary 12, 2019

He wanders up to fast food windows hoping someone will hear his confession. A seagull flaps over his head and he rises in bed almost hitting the ceiling fan. He...

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Water

Judy LuoJanuary 10, 2019

i see everything in me that i am not...

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ghosting

Charlotte CoveyJanuary 7, 2019

there are a few men who i know only in the biblical sense. they have never taken me to coffee, and i have never met their mothers over thanks- giving dinner....

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One Top-speed Supersonic Turbo Cappuccino

Stefano CalligaroJanuary 5, 2019

#1 LET’S SAY I AM A FAMOUS AUTHOR AND I TYPE FAST LET’S SAY I AM A FAMOUS DRIVER AND I RACE FAST THERE’S NO SHAME IN IT, YOU ARE A VEGETARIAN AND I’M H...

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Diet Mountain Dew

James Croal JacksonJanuary 2, 2019

my job? refill your addiction slam it out of storage into the office refrigerator the mountain stream having peaked at an earlier age you say it gives no ...

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