A WALK AROUND THE BLOCK by Samira Seifi

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I had hardly lured myself into getting out of the house that day. It seemed all too difficult, and having a doorman did not help. It was just adding to my anxiety of getting...

DIARY OF A REMEMBERER by Joshua Best

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I’ve been trying to come up with something. Ideas have flitted by but passion has been attached to not a single one of them. My mind, my heart, everything in and about me is...

BABYTRON by Felicity Billings

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I am on an emergency and ultimately fruitless run for 30x34 chinos, BabyTron blasting, coming to a full and complete stop before every right on red. My car sports a safety yellow “please be...

DEAR MOM… by Rachel Davey

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There are birds in the trees, can you hear them? The little black birds; they sit right outside the window of my apartment. They keep me company when I feel alone, which is not...

AS A KID I WANTED TO WALK INTO THE WOODS AND NEVER COME BACK...

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When I think of disappearing, I think of 2012. The year Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange came out. Everyone was blasting it through headphones everywhere. When I think of that year and of Frank, I...

THE FALL OF THE SMART PHONE by Kylee Christensen

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The seven fifteen alarm function of my smartphone had only time for a few bars of its xylophonic chime before I put it through the first session of its daily routine; three snoozes, at...

POINT BRAKE by Tara Layne

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Alarms ending in seven were just one of the latest products of my sporadic self-diagnosed OCD. My phone began beeping at 5:37 am. The bottle of Trader Joe’s Two-Buck Chuck I’d downed the night...

THE FOUR OF US LOST THE STREET by Hellen Albuquerque

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Nós quatro perdemos a rua Por Hellen Albuquerque Quando eu tinha 11 anos, me mudei de escola. Novo uniforme, agora azul escuro com listras amarelas laterais que me faziam parecer parte oficial dos Correios. Novos nomes...

CAGED CITY by Kristal Peace

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a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage Several years ago, I visited Detroit, Michigan. I have no plan to do that again. Ever. Driving into Detroit from a surrounding...

MY BODY IS MY MEMORIAL by Barbara Ann Bush

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I was 14 when the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded on January 28, 1986. I was glued to the classroom television because, like other school children in the US, I was actively taken along on...