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Memories, like the ocean, surge and ebb. Miami was a small, sleepy town in the 50’s. Ike was President. Women...

Fiction Editor DT Schatten shares what they’re looking to publish in our Summer 2023 Online Issue. Before I get into...

My father can’t look at me anymore. He can’t see past the bright teal bra straps tight on my slouched...

Hill I live on a hill. A very steep hill. On the east bench, above campus, overlooking the neighborhood in...

There are some fruits that never show up in poems. You see apples, pomegranates, & figs in poems. The forbidden...

I was sixteen the first time I read a book with a character with a disability like mine. Not even...

“Be there in half an hour.” Pari read the message from Rachel several times. After graduating from their Master of...

I built a fort today. It was the first time in a while since I had done that, it felt...

If you touch my hair, The skinny lady sang about it And I say:   I hope my dandruff falls...

Artist’s Statement: This piece was created in an attempt to articulate the distance created between myself and the self I present...

This world would chew me up and spit me out if I let it It would quiet me, destroy me...

This essay is inspired by what I thought would be a late-night tweet, which I am particularly fond of, but...