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“In the Endless Perfection of Your Absence” by Sahar Khraibani
It is here, in this specific spot, across from this sky, here, where it all began. Monday, January 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM. Beirut, Lebanon. I have not written about the sea in a while. It has become increasingly harder to think about it, to imagine it, to smell it. I went around telling…
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“On Mothers and Daughters” by Rowan Aubrey Sloane
My mother grew up moving. The only place she has told me about is Dayton, Ohio. She grew up moving, orbiting Wright-Patterson Air Force base where her father, the colonel, was stationed off and on. She grew up orbiting, but people aren’t satellites, and she doesn’t bring up her past much. The only…
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“I SLICED INTO MY NAIL BED WITH A RAZOR BLADE BY ACCIDENT WHILE LISTENING TO RANCID AND WASHING OUT YELLOW HAIR DYE, AND DESPITE THIS BEING POSSIBLY THE MOST PUNK ROCK THING ABOUT ME, I STILL SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ‘OH FUCK’” by Kate Wilson
of course this is all to say I collected the droplets of blood in a little glass vial with a cork lid and added plant growth hormones to stop it from growing stagnant it smelled horrible like all those times my dad made me go on long, awkward walks with him after it rained and…
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“The Devil of the Thorns” and “1981” by Lorhenz Lacsa
The Devil of the Thorns I am the Devil of the Thorns– with my eyesockets filled with only the darkness of the evilest typhoon And pores of a juniper fern. So bear with me as we entice the kings of the world to think and turn Against each other. I already perfected…
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2017 Fall Reading List by Jordannah Elizabeth
I’m literally sitting writing this reading list in a Hugo Boss jacket that’s a bit too large for my small feminine frame. I found it barely worn in freshly dry cleaned in a “giveaway” box in my neighborhood. Everyone in the neighborhood leaves books, clothes and appliances out to share and trade. Some neighbors are…
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Braving the Days: Stand Back by Jordannah Elizabeth
The question is: is there a separation between life and the liver? Lately, life has been happening to me. Every day has brought an acute opportunity for me to take a path of action or caution. Caution would allow me to withdraw from opportunities to interact with invitations, opportunities to travel and moments to bond…
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DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod
I like to think of my worries as such: A decaying tree that lays in the entrance of a walking path Where it vanishes at the edge and stings like a thorn bush stab From the Sycamore that rests here on the brim Between the feminine Ted Bundy and the reincarnated Hitler If it weren’t…
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Braving the Days: It is of No Consequence by Jordannah Elizabeth
I’m sitting in Boston, holding my palms to my chest. I pitched this column to be of the existential persuasion, which brings a slight bit of pressure for me to insinuate something deep – every month. I tried to write this piece a couple of weeks ago, referring back to the debut essay, “Braving the…
José Guadalupe Posada
