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The Cauldron
by Anita Pan
We’re here! The world is our oyster. The air is fresh and cool and we can see little bits of light dance through the trees. And if you take one more step, we can see past the hilltop.
by Ambreen Hai
No screams, no tears, no pleas could avail. She had lost her baby as surely, as heartlessly, as the cat deprived of its kittens, the ewe of its lamb, the cow of its calf.
by Libby Copa
as children he would sneak behind trees in the woods and turn over rocks, watch the mealworms and
centipedes he found underneath scurry for a new place to hide
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press play
by Karen Greenbaum-Maya
Conventional sparks flying but nothing catches fire. Perfunctory, they slap the audience around.
by Tanya Visceglia
For a conflict-averse society, Taiwan certainly loves to roll around in high drama, both in art and life. Even a restaurant meal with friends is ripe with dramatic potential. We fight for the privilege of treating our companions, during which the bill is yanked back and forth with cries of protest: “No, you paid last time.” “You can pay next time!” The winner of the bill-grab then races to the cash register, slapping money onto the counter. The winner of the bill-grab then races to the cash register, slapping money onto the counter… This is a friendly game everyone understands.
by Callie S. Blackstone
Soderbergh’s film offers a view of the mental health industry that goes beyond utilizing a straight jacket to signify either how terrifying a horror villain is or how traumatized one of his victims might be. Soderbergh’s movie examines how the mental health industry — one that is meant to ensure people’s safety during times of crisis — is driven by a societal need to silence women’s trauma.
by Tracy Werth
I am glad to have grown up in the ‘60s trusting in my teachers’ lies that the only reason we rehearsed hiding under our desks was simply the danger of flying glass from our classroom windows. I am appreciative that our training never had to be utilized during an actual nuclear war. The drills ended in the 1980s about the time my son was born. How distressing to know that those old preparations for an envisioned event have now been replaced with active shooter drills due to the very real school shootings in this country, so common now that most do not make it into the news.
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the great pause
by HB Collins
Let tranquil weeping fall on the ears of your ghosts
and the palms of your demons, who wait just as eagerly
as you to your phone, where you pray to a god
you don’t believe in, for just one text.
by Stetson Ray
It’s like being married to a doctor I suppose. People need him. He has an important job to do. I’m just some woman. Our son is just some baby.
by Clive Aaron Gill
In a groundbreaking national study, researchers discovered cats can turn any item into an impromptu toy. The researchers also revealed that felines have a sixth sense for finding expensive delicate things to knock off shelves.
by Susan Shea
I can travel with my circling
dust and ice and moonlets
formed by so many impacts
by Amanda Jaffe
The light in your bedroom begins its transformation from the ambient, below-the-horizon light of early dawn to the burgeoning light of daybreak. Beams of gold begin to filter through the gaps in the window blinds, shimmering on the wall beside your bed. When you were seven, you’d wake to beams like these.
by Heather Holland Wheaton
You talk and talk until the sky grows dark and the rats scurry out of their burrows looking for food that's not as plentiful as it used to be.
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This is Claire’s last summer. Pushing past her regrets and grief, she decides to travel to Italy to paint, to revel in the sun and wine and sea and colors before she ends her own life, on her own terms. A Handful of Earth follows terminally ill Claire as she reunites with a lover, reconnects with an old friend, and falls back in love with Italy, all while coming to terms with the relationship between body and environment and the damage that has been inflicted upon her by the same earth she loves so deeply. A Handful of Earth is a lyrical novel and eco-lament whose bright and rhythmic sweeping prose feels like sand slipping through your fingers, leaving you ready to start all over again.
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Tomorrow I’ll wake to a new world, to the old world. Tomorrow, if I’m lucky, I’ll wake. But not everyday. Soon I’ll do what I’ve come to do. It’s calling me.
To kill: to deprive of life in any manner, to destroy, to do away with, to extinguish. To overcome completely or with irresistible effect.
Wine, sunlight, song. Irresistible effect.
It’s calling me.
Featuring
Fiction by…
Zach Keali’i Murphy / Heather Carvell / AJW / Nina Patricia Martinez / Timothy Froessel / Abigail Ann Gray / Gia Masih / Soramimi HanarejimaPoetry by…
Rushing Pittman / Monique Harris / Dane Lyn / Cole Hammer / Nellie Bridge / Hayden Armos / Wyatt Brion / Kevin Chesser / Kaylie BarredaNonfiction by…
Ryan Weatherbee / Brett Ann Stanciu / Carolyn Lu / Lindsay Thurman / Maleka Kakkar / Reema Rajbanshi / Colleen MarkleyArt by…
Ryan Agarwal / Ernest Williamson III / Ben Miller / Pia Quintano / Kasia Runte / Nina Patricia Martinez (cover art and more) / 6 yo Sullivan / Sabahat Ali WaniMusic by…
SLO Pony / Phil Coomer / Adam Wan
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“If she believed the boardwalk T-shirts, a woman was a ball or chain, someone stupid you’re with, someone to lie to so a man can drink beer. If she believed the television fathers, women were a constant pain, wanting red roses or a nice dinner out. If she learned how to be a girl from songs, it was worse. If she learned from other girls, worse still.
The bass notes of ‘The Choice is Yours’ begin, sounds that had until that moment filled her body with so much energy she thought she’d faint. She walks faster so she won’t have to hear the entry of the tinny, female voices promising, Here we go, yo, here we go, the looping This or that, the try or don’t worry or you can’t intervene, divine statements that beat her around the circle in double time with something extra in her body, for once, abundance. The song has flipped on her—she’s the one left without choices, violated and decepticated, no one running after her, no one calling her back.”
-Marie-Helene Bertino