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Poetry

By: Frankie Lyon PART ONE (Paris) My tongue is the beginning of trouble, My body the end. Some days I am an outlaw. I see things Others don’t: grime At the bottom of the canal. Organ-grinders Moving fast behind every…

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By: Constance Woodring Every day we hear your name, you always sound the same. You got war in your nose. It doesn’t matter where you buy your clothes. You’re a shot in the dark, waiting to make your mark. We can…

Poetry

By: Gerard Sarnat Walking new body on Frisco’s Embarcadero Pacifica Radio radical paranoia in general but now specifically about how radioactive left titanium knee & hip are alt-right gov’t’s way to get back at moi for protesting Trump. Despite hard…

EssayNon-Fiction

By: Jessica Lao  Court against country, mind against body, even truth itself against fiction—in a play filled with dualities, perhaps none is so encompassing as that of action and passivity in William Shakespeare’s As You Like It. As its characters struggle…

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By: Jessica Lao  Let’s get things straight. This isn’t a story of getting personally stomped on by the police, or being forced to leave school because of my (as it happens, conveniently not) natural hair. For the most part, I can’t…

EssayNon-Fiction

By: Jessica Lao  Picture a 13-year-old sitting in a classroom, gradually consuming her weight in pencil erasers as her Georgia Studies teacher embarks on one of his infamous rants. “Did y’all see the video of that boy going after the store…

Poetry

By: Adam Levon Brown  I was blessed with the divine madness! I have been chosen to spread this holy litany of this chewed on word. The blood which courses through my veins is infused with the strain of the Serpent Biting…

Poetry

By: Adam Levon Brown  (Inspired by the Poetry of Derrick C.Brown) I walked up to a woman drinking sweet tea She resembled Mary Magdalene with a touch of “Bitch, I’ll cut you if you touch me” I asked her If I…

Poetry

By: Adam Levon Brown  Motorboat silence cracks the open wave Mist falls on your parched ears While music enters through your rattling lungs Pomegranate lips squeeze through the open blind-shade Oleander sepulcher splattered on Pink Floyd’s Wall Departure from mainstream reality…

Fiction

By: Tamra Scott-Hunt So remembered are these two whose lives once touched each other. On warm days they sat like small children playing in the sand, telling secrets that will never be told to another, and sharing each other’s laughter when…