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December 31, 2018


by Gervanna Stephens 

And when you hurt me,
seeking the opposite of what I had to give,
I still held the damn door open
your safety net to fall into.


Gervanna Stephens is a Jamaican poet and proud Slytherin with congeni...

December 31, 2018

The Times I Was Almost a Mother

Creative Nonfiction

by Amber Aspinall


Whenever an adult asked me if I wanted kids, I said I didn't know. I thought it was a ridiculous question to ask a child. But one day, after another round of abuse from the terrible team of my mother...

December 31, 2018

Little White Lies

by Steve Campbell

“You get those from telling lies, you know.”

She nods down at the white marks that are etched into the surface of my fingernails which, like those on my other hand, are bitten down to blunt stubs. The surrounding flesh is raw where I'...

December 31, 2018

Vacant Vessel 

by Lindsay Popolizio 

A cold doctor's office
"You should schedule an appointment
with our infertility specialists."
I pretend to be polite
just to get away

Everyone on the street
on the internet
friends of friends
fertile with joy

The universe sends signs

December 31, 2018

"Braving the Storm" by Sulyn Godsey

Making a winter coat

by Penny Sharman

I am bringing these things to you,
memories from the stone house where
we walked out from doors to moorland.

I a child of violet heather who gazed over
the backs of sheep, who saw big skies
in small...

December 31, 2018

Shadows Cannot be Seen in the Pitch-Black 

by L. N. Holmes 

            Tessa stares out toward the woods, alert to the sounds of yipping and barking coyotes, flinching at the scream of a rabbit. It unsettles her every time: that eerie cry, the tone and timbre. A dying r...

December 31, 2018


by Jennie Badger 

The water charged angrily

Cold and black, foaming and relentless,

It rose

Like a furious hungry beast

It gorged, unsatisfied

Obliterating everything in its path

I held on tight as its wrathful maw came for us

With one brutal tug, it sucked me in


December 31, 2018

The Perfect Woman 

by Gillian Davies 

He closed his eyes, hands running over his creation, checking for imperfections and finding none. He sighed and looked at the form before him, the perfect woman sculpted, lovingly, from clay. The clay was drying now, moist grey turni...

December 31, 2018

Pewter and Pebble
by Savannah Slone 

birds coast in configurations out the window,

reflections on your laptop screen. hypnotic ribcage


December 31, 2018

 "thorns and flowers and hummingbird" 

art by Jen Rouse 

And These, My Least Best Selves 

by Jen Rouse 

Self #1

First each leaf shredded from the philodendron vine, followed by a ritual gutting of the stuffed puppets. 

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