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Death Does Not Know How to Kill by Jonathan Ukah

Death is a pageant for bad choices;there is no creativity in savingdisguised as killing;there is more life to the poorslaughtered before their time;their return to a better lifeguaranteed by their creatoras a second amendment.Like a mind soaked in the sun,death dreams of basking in flowers,but summer is its imaginingof how eternity must look like.It is not the heavy metalslumping on the ground in weight;it can … Continue reading Death Does Not Know How to Kill by Jonathan Ukah

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Unboxing by Megan Cartwright

Hey guys, welcome to my video.Join me as I unbox my trauma.Look how beautifully wrapped it is—and here’s a personalised note. It says, I birthed your children. FROM MY BODY! Unboxed your progeny.Your stomach swelled fat, you think you know labour. You are labour. I started watching horror films in my thirties.Elevated horror—the kind that’s meant to make you check your privilege.I wasn’t afraid anymore … Continue reading Unboxing by Megan Cartwright

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Carry On by Stephanie Watkins

I have a folder on my deskA mess of mental unrestThick and obtuseLike the shape of my bodySide effects of medsIntroduced For years ICapitalized on my ownDemiseWaiting for a distractionLeave a note, no retractionMy skin, once goldenbecame pale, thinVeins that tauntedScenarios of endingsHaunted I held hands withMy own enemiesClenched fistsPut the purpose forThe others ahead of me All the time I skirtedMental fencesAnxiety with a … Continue reading Carry On by Stephanie Watkins

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Silver Thread by Stephanie Watkins

I was born in the haze of summerThe year my sisterBecame a teenagerA silver threadIntertwining us High heels and L.A. GearsWalking side by side1980s babiesIn different tones Practicing her perfected pout in my mirrorHer lipstick. MAC’s Ruby Woo.Dancing in her bedroomGeorge Michael was both of our firsts. As I turned into a teenagerI walked in her borrowed heelsAs she walked down the aisleand into a … Continue reading Silver Thread by Stephanie Watkins

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I Hate the Whole World by Dale Champlin

“How frequently has melancholy and even misanthropy taken possession of me…“-Mary Wollstonecraft My life is the size of a Cheerio—brittle as oats,something missing in the center.Rooms cramped and dismal, dust mites lurk in every crevice.My life’s soul is the same as everyone else’s soulbut without the music—only a base trackhumming with the low vibrationof an electric fence. It grows moodyand remote the way dry winter aircracks … Continue reading I Hate the Whole World by Dale Champlin

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Enter Me Whole or Not at All by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Why is your mouth  an open wound  that never weeps?  Surely you own a sound   that can open at least   one door to Heaven  that can enter me whole   or not at all   Even the city cries at night  I have heard it sobbing   under the straining metal  of its mighty erections  I have heard it moan   under the topple of stars  that melt in the sky   Dying streetlamps   stare back  at the press of your body  as you pour yourself    into … Continue reading Enter Me Whole or Not at All by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

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Giorni della Merla: An Italian Legend That Not Only Offers a More Folkloric Take on Groundhog Day, But Also Proves January is a Cunt

No one likes January. And if they do, they’re probably a masochist who engages in Albert Fish-esque activities like sticking a thorny rose up their urethra or they’re a person with money who can stay inside and not have to be subjected to the full weight of the cold. At best, they’re someone who lives in a tropical climate or select parts of California. But, … Continue reading Giorni della Merla: An Italian Legend That Not Only Offers a More Folkloric Take on Groundhog Day, But Also Proves January is a Cunt

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