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Bao, Julia Grace Jorgensen

He had bought a dozen bao from the grocery house that morning and eaten them all himself.

Dear Brother, Dominique Aguilera

Remember when we were kids, and you volunteered to hold the circus showgirl’s torch as she swallowed fire and you set her aflame?

Red Scare, Hanna Andrews

hold your nose now, he tells me, Johnny the beloved in red swimming trunks, ankles gone gummy in their submarine sway. to your right, a...

timepiece, Ollie Dupuy

Oregon feels like beginnings. Like the air is thick with the hero's journey and becoming.

A Vacancy, Jade Matias-Bell

What I had thought was nothing was, in fact, artificial light inside dozens of tiny buildings, casting tiny shadows in orange pools...

Under the Berlin Wall, Stephanie Romano

The soles of my feet are rough like my mother’s and my lola’s, from picking lemons from her tree barefoot and dancing on cold concrete.

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