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Winnowing by Emily Teltsworth

              from John Cheever’s Goodbye, My Brother   The coast was terminal naked, unshy, beautiful.   The beach is a vast unrecognizable broken thing.   Wild grapes grow profusely all over islands where nothing else grows but course grass.   I don’t have any more time to waste here with nets on the cliffs filled […]

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The Story of Utopia or this is her dream sequence for three nights in a row by Emily Teltsworth

she sees dirty footprints lingering like ruins in the living room of a house now covered with decade-filth furniture wrappings and wasp colonies buzzing in her father’s voice don’t go buying tickets to utopia before visiting that place full of crows with little mouths eating alabaster stone etched with maps to underworlds under sapling roots […]

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One Fine Day by John Langenfeld

The girl sat cross-legged on a wooden bench, sandaled foot swaying in sync to the blare of horns, squeal of brakes, blurt of noxious exhaust. It was an unremarkable Sunday afternoon. A calico cat crept to a crumpled bag, pawed it, sniffed it, leapt onto the girl’s lap. Whisked its calligraphic tail and sulked away. […]

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Blood Tinged Spit by Rachael Gay

Nostalgia is blood tinged spit, necessary to release to stop the endless romanticization but all together unsightly. Dredged up from when times were good or when tears were only shed over skinned knees and stolen trading cards. A time when minutes pressed by without unbridled panic and rounded echoes bouncing off of jagged edges. I […]

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