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  • The Day I Become a Hero (Almost) – Thomas Davison

    What is a Hero? What does it mean to be truly brave or to show real courage? According to a famous John Wayne quote “Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway.”  I have often wondered if an act of bravery demonstrated by a person with a complete absence of fear, is truly an…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • The Opened Bottle – H.R. Deutsch

    I always vowed to myself that I would never take them, those pills tucked away in a maroon bag. I left them in the farthest corner of a dusty unused drawer. As long as they were out of sight, they were out of my mind as a viable option. I’m strong enough, I told myself…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • The Things You Taught Me – Anne Marie DeVito

    You taught me I am my most beautiful self in the first light of morning sun. You taught me the words of Roy, Gibran, Lahiri. You taught me orchids need bright, indirect sunlight with an ice cube dropped in the soil each week. You taught me when I missed you, I should look to the…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • Rehab: The Overdoser – Tom Scanlon

    The first time I saw CF, he was in bed. It was shortly after my 3 p.m. swing shift start, and the com log notes warned me that this new guy was having severe withdrawal symptoms. I popped my head into the room, briefly introduced myself and asked how he was doing. “I’m sick,” he…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • A Pleasant Hike – Lucas Selby

    Staring over the rim of the gorge, my only thought was, Well this sucks. Twenty assorted Boy Scouts mulled around, checking each other’s gear, tightening ropes on backpacks, and filling bottles and mouths with water. My borrowed backpack was already slung over my shoulders and buckled tightly in some very uncomfortable places. Every time I…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • Lucy’s Game – Nicole Spradling

    Lucy would stick her long, blonde nose as close to our own noses as possible without touching, and stare straight into us from her own deep, black eyes.  After a few short sniffs, she would nudge her head toward us, encouraging us to pet her soft head. When we finally acquiesced, and were sufficiently distracted,…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • The Best Part – Nicole Zelniker

    Julian Humes, a black man from Durham, North Carolina, was in sixth grade when he first thought about the implications of being involved with someone of another race. That was when Julian, now 22, told his father that a white classmate had a crush on him. “The first thing he said was, ‘That’s nice and…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Non Fiction, Nonfiction

  • Apis – Taylor Bain

    Honeybees danceOutside the windowFor a momentMy tired mindDances with them Taylor Bain is a tutor who enjoys watching campy movies. Her writing has appeared in Dual Coast Magazine and HCE Review.

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Alternate Forms of Self Harm – Anna Clark

    Skip breakfast every day Because it is more important To paint yourself pretty.Hold back your tears So your peers cannot mock them.Give the gift of your time,               Your attention,                             Your love, To men who…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Mausoleum – James Cotter III

    I am bitten as we walk under the fallen angel leavesThe cracking cement face hard and haggard with century lines sidling up to its lover the cold dustI am as silent as this place allowsSlowly the wistful doom of age creeps into my bonesA fairer skeleton I knew notYet through toil and bloodshot tearsThrough the…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • The City – Jason B. Crawford

    i am lost here // somewhere between infinite and unforgiving// i stand at these street corners and yell obscenities in the air// hear them echo back // know what it sounds like to be callednames but remain scabbed // numb to the hairs tightlybraiding nooses around my neck every time I drive by anofficer //…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Shelter – Jonathan Douglas Dowdle

    Come and listen to the floorsMoan out their complaints; we’ll record them,Recite them with our footstepsAs we walk through the houseRemembering how we arrived hereFrom the twisted wreckage of days,Surviving the flames that tried to eatWith lips of furyWhatever remained of our faith. Come and listen to the walls; We will fill them with our…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Ts’ulo’ob – Joshua Gage

    Let this be the hourthat refugees deport camp guardswho stare at the concrete floorbeyond the chain link of the cagesas their papers are stamped in Spanishwith secret destinations;let this be the hourthat ICE rifles blister their palmsand nightsticks shatter against their hands;let this be the hourthat brown-skinned familiesdrowned on the way northare resurrected to sip…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Disassociated – Ceresa Morsaint

    It is a city of nightand blurry, orange lights. A city of bridgesharboring secrets under the water. I am here in flesh only. A body on warm leather, cold windows. and split from this- I am floating. In the constellation raindropson the glass of my window,I connect dots,to music and the peaceful sounds of summer…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Samsara – Jason O’Toole

    Let the children have cupcakesAnd furniture to jump onTen more minutes before bedtime You know what’s comingLet them have some joy before For all we knowFive or six years before tonightTheir souls were leaving broken bodiesIn a Mexico City traffic accidentAwaiting divine judgement in a Serbian nursing homeOr floating above their wasted carcassRemorseful at having…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • The Butterfly Chest – Alexis Pearson

    It’s time to drag the chest from the corner of the attic.The one with             the butterflies             in it. Sometimes I rip the nails from the floorboards and try to swallow them straight down my throat without the tip of the nail poking my insides. Momma says…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Queen – Lexie Reese

    Work Part I 10 years old She braids her dancing spirals smoothWith fingers holding memory.Handmade heart. Her mother’s eyes a summary:To bend, to weed, to wash, to reachThat perfect peach Beyond the grace of patchwork smiles Whose pink suffuses laundry carts;Infinite piles,Their centers drift and sag apart. Yet once she rinses all her miles Of…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • Motion – Sudeep Soparkar

    Well it seems that the key to lifeIs to simply maintain motionSince I can’t see the moving airI guess I will duplicate the oceanI have found I am better off movingSo I will let these currents do the choosingBecause I can’t decide myselfIf my self-worthIs worth provingI have got wounds that need soothingI am tired…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • At the Touch of a Kiss – Shakhawat Tipu

    At the touch of a kissThe sea of mind was swept awayUproar tide Shakhawat Tipu, born in 1971, lives in Dhaka. He is a distinguished bilingual poet, editor and critical thinker from Bangladesh. He is also a journalist. The prominent figure of the new Bengali poetic language movement, Tipu established himself as the leading poet…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Poetry, Poetry

  • The Type – Alyssa Cruz

    Alyssa Cruz is a Filipina-American poet, born and raised in the suburbs of the Pacific Northwest. When she isn’t analyzing healthcare data or browsing infographics, you can find her at a happy hour, daydreaming, writing poetry, or all three at once. Her work has appeared in Bricolage & The Atlanta Review. She lives in Seattle,…

    Fall 2019, Fall 2019 Spoken, Spoken Word