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    What do I do with all the mad?
    Arya Antherjanam V

    What do I do with all the mad?

    What do I do with all the mad? Do I sweep it off the carpet or burn the damn city down? As I traced down the statement of violence,...
    Nina Anin

    Video Call

    During the race for the glassy television streams, city lights win, plunging headfirst into the glowing roofs. Woman catches a cat in her...
    Dent
    Danny D. Ford

    Dent

    I ran right into Luke Smith Smith being one of the most common English surnames it was always likely to happen I bit the concrete hard...
    the trash-can open
    Stephen Rendon

    the trash-can open

    the trash-can open half a black cloud and the brown church. threaded grease-trap smoke churning | free-blown. dad’s stories had the same...
    What Hurt Feels Like
    Mariam Zaidi

    What Hurt Feels Like

    give every blank on the crossword puzzle the name your mother labelled you so you could show her what you felt like the...
    Who?
    Jack Cote

    Who?

    Sometimes you think you had a better idea of who you were when you were no one yet. . . . In the same way that you never write on the...
    Splitting at the Seams
    Mike Preciado

    Splitting at the Seams

    This country is splitting at the seams. Red or Blue? Pick a team. Hurry up and indoctrinate me please. Teach me the talking points, the...
    Kaylin Moss

    00

    Do not tell me I am the perfect size. Do not tell me I have no right to complain. Do not tell me what to feel about my body because for...
    We Are, America
    Kaylin Moss

    We Are, America

    I am, America. My beauty glows. I welcome the night, it illuminates my dark radiance. Owls, Convince them of my intelligence. You bred me...
    One Complete Soul
    Mike Preciado

    One Complete Soul

    Born with two halves of two different wholes. When they come together they make one complete soul. Too different to belong to one side or...
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