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The House in the Middle of the Street

By Mitchell Casado For the first week or so, two fire trucks and an ambulance, and sometimes even a police cruiser, would arrive at a man’s house. One by one they would file in and form a semi-circle around where he sat crying uncontrollably at the kitchen table, next to a glass case where he […]

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Lacerated Heart

By Tiffany Leung at gunpoint,pAndeMoNium ensues;stopper chimes, flames explode a sickening crackand stained bones rattle. a siren s  h  r  i  e  k s, and  a hand at throat.[ soundless ] lips.trut-(LIES), you say. melodious voice, shiny projectiledeeper cracked disj oin tedtwisted gunpowder leeches sucklungs-mangled breathwhy? one ho  le, two ho  le  sscarlet (liquid) pools the handspunctured more and more until spider-lilies […]

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Keep

By Molly Dunn When I think of my grandmother, I think of smoke. She always had a Parliament dangling from her mouth like an ornament. Her house was perpetually filled with smoke, a constant film noir in the middle of Timmins. When I was a teenager, I would visit her house and collect the smell […]

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Home Can Be a Stranger Too

By Maria Kotob Mama and Baba have a place to call home,where jasmines bloom at the sight of the sun,and cedar trees built mountains.Cigarette smoke filled our lungs, but we never complained. My roots are in this home.Deep under the layers of laughter and cries,under the cups of Turkish coffee at sunset,my roots remain. I never […]

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Chalk

By Tannaaz Zaraineh We go on long drives in the summer heat, An arm around my shoulder. While we’re Watching the sun set, alone, you ask questions, nudging me to give answers that never escaped my mouth. When you’re tired of toying with the discomfort, you grab the water and pour. Droplets turn to waterfalls […]

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A Crisis Visual

By Sophia Kostanski Fire paints Pollock lines ’til traces of little life run out. Red does not hold back instead it takes              after cranberry juice, gushes from a fallen glass, it        drips, bloody nose, invades frames, crossing limits, they say. It’s gone too far down the Artist’s plane, they say still in […]

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20 Talismans

By T Williams 1. A Wooden Cigar Box Dad savoured each one. The box only came out on special occasions, when your grades were good or the peach tree you planted bore fruit for the first time. He’d strike a match, inhale, put his hand on your shoulder. Now you use the box to store […]

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Fat Trimmings on the Edge of the Moon

By Kayleigh Birch I. Restart, Woman  I slept through May and woke up swollen and full of sun The flowers in the forest must have bloomed while I was asleep  they have since grown into pink and purple orbs I was blue and red with hunger when I opened my eyes so I crawled up the fringes of […]

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Weapon in the Midst of War

By Mahum Masroor He sauntered through the city, gaze lowered and shoulders hunched.  around him, everyone walked a sense of confidence infiltrating the air.  He was like a sheep in a pack of wolves, ready to be devoured by any one of us.  then he lifted his gaze, and I was met with his piercing eyes. He stared me […]

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Where Things Are Opposite

By Athena Bucci Take me back To where things are opposite; To where things are thought of as  Strange.  But I don’t feel it; This place is not so  Strange to me. I  would rather live where  The houses are all the same, And the train leads you back, And the River flows through, And […]