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By Kerry Steib Olivia was a nightmare to live with. Crumbs on the table, towel on the bed, inserts to

By Hannah Cajandig-Taylor There are no original sentences about October. You make mental notes about clouds that live here, weather

By Tara Isabel Zambrano I used to be an astronaut, he says, seated next to me in a down-town bar,

By Hartwick Hanson When I don’t feel too great I look up at the moon to remind me that I

By L. Soviero We’re in line for the Caribbean Corkscrew when I notice a trail of rust-colored blood running along

By Stipe Odak Drought That summer, rain did not fall for twelve weeks Thirsty foxes and self-igniting fires were waking

By Emily Alexander About some things I am certain: skydiving for instance and my utter disinterest. We sit together in

By Daniel Miller The Homes We Found To my children, First, I want to tell you that you don’t need

By Miranda Williams I saw my boyfriend’s brother’s penis before I saw his. We walked into their shared dorm room—a