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Affirmation, Chanel Earl
Affirmation, Chanel Earl
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SCENE: A young WOMAN is lying in bed in her sleepwear.
The Sin Of Certainty, Tyler Slade
The Sin Of Certainty, Tyler Slade
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I’ve always thought that cathedrals were far too ominous to be a place of worship. But maybe that was the whole point—to scare you into confession. Somehow, despite the seemingly endless expanse of stained glass dominating those cold stone walls, there’s a lack of natural light, creating a space permeated by shadows only intermittently intercepted by flickering candlelight. It seems that true appreciation for God’s work entails blocking it out completely with this vast, gray monument that makes me so claustrophobic. I feel heavier here, small in my place among the pews, but maybe this is because I am being …
Packages, Erin Goulding
Red Balloon, Paris Nilson
Red Balloon, Paris Nilson
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I am born in a grocery store for the purpose of something important. The moment of my birth is not a large one, and it is not thought of afterward. I live and die in one breath. Today, as with all coming days, is meant to see how long that initial intake will last me. I am, at every edge, a beginning. I am so round and airy like a globe, it is ironic that I should never have been anywhere. This sudden virility is pregnant with a gaseous content; I am imbued with an upward pull, a magnetic longing. …
An Anchorite’S Meditation On Water, Chanel Earl
An Anchorite’S Meditation On Water, Chanel Earl
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Here, water is delivered daily, though sometimes in a single day the sun sets and rises several times. I have learned to catch the rain as it drips through the ceiling, to begin rationing when my bowl is near empty, to clean myself with dust. To never complain.
Peace (Shanti), Jamie Marquis
Peace (Shanti), Jamie Marquis
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At the end of the hour, I lay in corpse pose, shavasana, on my bright-orange yoga mat. My thoughts swam around and around until they trickled out of my eyes and I realized that I was crying. A familiar pang of grief in my chest seems to accompany me everywhere I go: school, work, home, the gym. Will it ever go away? That grief seems unattached to any particular event in my life. I’m tired of feeling this way. I’m tired of feeling sad for no reason. I’m tired of the emotional and physical exhaustion that accompanies this grief. …
Inheritance, Abby Thatcher
Inheritance, Abby Thatcher
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I can’t write about beauty. I’ve written four different opening lines, ones about beauty being a beast, or my hatred of photographs of myself, or the Maybelline counter in Macy’s in eighth grade where my mother took me to become beautiful. The sentences stumble over themselves. I have so much to say, but I feel too much, and the words choke upon entry, tumbling headlong into the white void. I hear my seventh-grade locker partner and the woman in Georgia who both told me I had hair on my neck—haven’t you heard of tweezers?—and my mother’s words each …
Quarter Of An Inch, Angela Griffin
Quarter Of An Inch, Angela Griffin
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Drill Sergeant Jones hesitates in the doorway, one foot poised over the threshold, boot hovering in the air. Eyes trained on the inhabitants of Second Platoon bay, she deliberately, ever so lightly, lets her boot tap the linoleum floor on our side of the doorway.
She’S Becoming Self-Aware, Elena Welch
She’S Becoming Self-Aware, Elena Welch
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I would like to tell you about her. Cold watcher, cruel mirror, through whom I see the world seeing me seeing myself—she is something I would like to share.
Akitsu Shima, Brittany Casselman
Akitsu Shima, Brittany Casselman
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A disproportionate amount of a dragonfly’s life span takes place underwater. The female dragonfly lays her eggs in the water, and in the next seven days the larvae are born. These larvae spend the next three years in the water, eating insects and fish and occasionally each other, before emerging into the air. Their time in the world is often short—it can range between a few weeks and a year.
A Heart Removed, Rachelle Larsen
A Heart Removed, Rachelle Larsen
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For my first love on our first Valentine’s Day, I crafted a card resembling a human heart. I labeled its different pieces—aorta, atrium, ventricle, valve—not only with their official names, but also with the ways he had taught my heart to flutter. I can’t remember what I wrote, but I remember the way he twisted our fingers together. How our eyes met spontaneously across crowded conversations, our faces flowing into secretive smiles. The way I felt when he said I love you, his voice almost reverent, as if I were his entire world and he were mine.
The Honeybee's Epic, Penelope Richards
Good Doctor, Sarah Emmett
Midnight Drive, Cosenza Hendrickson
Standing In Front Of Van Gogh’S Irises At The Getty Museum, Cosenza Hendrickson
Standing In Front Of Van Gogh’S Irises At The Getty Museum, Cosenza Hendrickson
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Interview With Patrick Madden, Thomas Jenson
Interview With Patrick Madden, Thomas Jenson
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Patrick Madden is the author of three essay collections, Disparates (2020), Sublime Physick (2016), and Quotidiana (2010), and co-editor of After Montaigne: Contemporary Essayists Cover the Essays (2015). He curates www.quotidiana.org, co-edits the journal Fourth Genre with Joey Franklin, and, with David Lazar, co-edits the 21st Century Essays series at the Ohio State University Press. He has taught English at BYU since 2004.
Hiraeth, Malachi Wilson
Piety, Malachi Wilson
It's Not Up To Me, Maddie Lytle
Last Column Of A Collapsed Temple, Tyler Slade
The Buffet Menu, Caley Abliez
I Finished All My Shows, Caley Abliez
Fm 1489, Madyson Ysasaga
Searching For Light, Max Fisher
Could This Be Eden?, Erica Nelson
Heed The Warnings, Brianne Anderson
The Annunciation, Thomas De Groff
Antibiotics, Micah Clemence
Antibiotics, Micah Clemence
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Fallout from Nukes five years ago. Stop of Government four years ago. Decay forces you and Johnny away from the city two years ago. Failure of Johnny's immune system against infection four nights ago. No antibiotics except at St. Mary's. No entry allowed past armed guards, perimeter patrol, watchtower, twenty-four hours a day.
The Garden, Zach Murphy
The Garden, Zach Murphy
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The wildflowers wilt over their own feet as I trudge through the dusty, jaded soil. One of my legs is broken. My mouth is parched. And my stripes burn.