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swamp monster – Eddy Funkhouser
when it happens in 2009 you wonder you wonder if it was quite right quite appropriate quite consensual being drunk being reckless not physically resisting you must have consented you tamp it all way down bury the monster with mounds of sex (definitely consensual sex) (definitely bad sex) the legality changes in 2013 the federal…
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Rapid Fire, 1993 – Isabel Magdaleno
It was Chrissy that first introduced Alma to Judas Priest one afternoon in the living room of Chrissy’s mother’s apartment. That afternoon, at least, they weren’t friends. Not yet. They weren’t exactly friends, as maybe Alma wouldn’t be quite comfortable calling Chrissy her friend. Not that day. Chrissy had a reputation at school for being…
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Land’s End – Francesca Bavaro
There’s a place called Land’s End where I stand to look, clear my head. I stand there, again and again. Never once, experiencing the same setting twice. This time Waves kiss the rocks again and again. No two pecks alike. some drawn out, others putter off Off into the harbor, Fog and the mist set…
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Here in the Afterlife – Matt Luedke
It’s honestly a wonder that anything at all happens here in the afterlife. I say that not only as a Pleasantly Surprised Atheist, but also because of the truly staggering bureaucracy of all of human history’s souls learning to coexist, with more arriving every day than the day before. Here’s my experience with how everything…
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Letter to My Future Grandchild – Tehmina Khan
After Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner Dear Grandchild, You will not be born for many years. But I want to tell you who you are. You carry stories from five continents in your blood. You have travelled from Afghanistan to India India to New York New York to Oklahoma Oklahoma to California. You have travelled from the Philippines…
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Theyyams – Athena Kashyap
Theyyams A ritual form of worship in Kerala where gods and goddesses enter the earthly realm by possessing the body of a dancer. Temple courtyard, Kerala I. Mirrors Aniyara: the changing room Still as chameleons changing colors, they await their transformation from just one more painter in the city nine months of the year, to…
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Per Second Per Second – Saramanda Swigart
One day there was a girl who climbed an overpass and looked down on the interstate. She stood at the edge, holding the railing. A squadron of police cars gathered below her, and a man called up to her with a megaphone, remarking that she ought to think about those who love her, and offering…
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Bricks – Jason Szydlik
it takes a lot of bricks to build one one by one and it takes a lot of time and strangely sweat to take back the ones that weren’t needed in the first place Jason Szydlik Jason Szydlik studied poetry at City College. Nikii Davidson This was from one of my favourite days last year.…
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Irony at Unity – Corey Weinstein
What a joy to walk to school, A path well-trod, to and fro, Past the bus and street car stop, Dumping loads of molding minds, For me a bid to keep from molding. Ring of the rails, the breaking buses Ptishshsh, ktoooshah, whiiish. Unity Plaza our common ground from bus to coffee to class, Tabled…
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Albeida – Thomas A. E. Hesketh
A Day Passes Without count Or sound Light’s rays recede Timeless pace Turquoise yields Melds into azure Blue hues deepen Dusk approaches Silent silver specks Creation’s eyes Fireflies or faeries Mute echoes Shadows dissolve Emerge as stars Cycle in turn Renewal One Thomas A. E. Hesketh I was born in Toronto, Canada, on a cusp,…
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