He is a biology or criminal justice major. I don’t know if he thinks about me outside of class. He writes fiction that destroys me. “I really like your assignments,” he says to me the fourth class of the semester. “Thank you,” I say, cordially. “The semester has only just started.” He is 18, and […]
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beloved(s)! plz clink ur glasses w/ me! today is my 25th birthday. today is always my last birthday. today is X-mas. today is Yom Kippur. today is Columbus Day. today is a day of celebration. how else to consider life w/o joy? no. ur probs right: the big dipper is scoopin all the stars 2nite […]
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Highlighting recently released and forthcoming works by marginalized creators Common Life by Stéphane Bouquet (translated by Lindsay Turner) In three poems, one play, and three short stories, Stéphane Bouquet’s Common Life offers a lively, searching vision of contemporary life, politics, and sociality. At a moment at which the fabric of everyday social life is increasingly threatened […]
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Cipher Press is looking for book-length adult fiction and creative non-fiction submissions from both agented and unagented authors who identify as LGBTQI+. Send all submissions to both jack [at] cipherpress.co.uk and ellis [at] cipherpress.co.uk with the subject line Submission: fiction, Submission: non-fiction, or Submission: poetry. Deadline: March 31st A Public Space Writing Fellowships is open for […]
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What does space travel look like from a human perspective? Not: marvel at the technological achievements of humanity, but: what are the day-to-day, boots-on-the-zero-gravity lives of people in space? What new problems arise, and how much of the same old complaints about how bad the coffee at work is will follow us beyond the asteroid […]
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Tears and sadness feared, Tried to veer, but we need to steer, Still in steering the sadness leers, Sometimes it’s difficult to face sadness, but drawing and reflecting on the puddles muddles the uncertainty, Something which words can’t fully explain and others cant see, This is my drawing, my expressions of this feeling, Though many […]
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Dinosaur egg rocks, clefts and declivities. Virga daubs sky over mesa achingly. Acid-green lichen. I long to be the sun’s last rake through your hair. Candace Walsh is a queer, multi-genre writer in her fourth year as a PhD student in creative writing (fiction) at Ohio University. She holds an MFA in fiction from Warren […]
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and polar bears are dyingon my laptop screen.Black ducks floating backwards, a back-bending sun, the see-sawing skyits bed. My iPhone tells me sunflowers face each otherwhen they can’t spot the sun. I’m eating peaches and living by the riverin my head; sparrows are hopping onto branches with last leaves. How much has changed with weather,much has changed and withered. I’m wearing […]
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in dreams a wherea hole should be a bodypregnant with ache, withwords don’t meanyou, what is whoand where to find, fixthe shimmer wind lickedprismatic, amphibious lung-tied but fervent for gills, waterbound but wingedthe […]
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We made Arrested Development-esque chicken imitationsat the restaurant– bakawk, cheep-cheep, wakka wakka– being young, I thought that was the language of love.We always laughed across the chasm of the room when we shut shop, squeezing soap rags into heart buckets,wiping fresh clear streaks on mahogany tables. I vacuumed pita crumbs and invisible dust, emptied bags […]
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VAGABOND CITY 