Possessive

Artist: Ellierex by Kathleen O’Neil That strip of cloth is mordant red. I’d wrestle it, but who wants to be alone? Such a deceptive slip of cloth laid out over velvet cream skin. My little amoret. Touches you lay over yourself say it all. It’s autonomous, a cryptex of brocade and cambric and tells me…

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Memories

Memories by Kathleen O’Neil
This translucent organza covers my skin like snow;
the innermost part of me is burning away. It just smolders. Oxygen, the air, it’s everywhere. The cold poison will seep down through soft delicate shoulder, under the left collarbone edge through bone and the shield of muscle.

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Objects in the Overhead Bin May Shift During Travel

Objects in the Overhead Bin May Shift During Travel by Alexandra Morean

Alexandra Morean is currently getting her BA in writing, editing, and publishing as well as music production. She was born in Venezuela and grew up in Miami, Florida, soaking in all kinds of culture and inspiration. Alexandra hopes to connect with her readers on a spiritual level and provide comfort and aid to those who relate with her work.

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Belt

by Stacey Z Lawrence  He is eleven, almost a man when the belt’s buckle catches under his skin. As usual he grips the kitchen sink stares at the faucet drip as she whips. He never cries, but this time bloody puddles stain his white socks, the canvas of his Converse, gore trickles down his leg.…

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God & The Invention

Artist: Nicola Esposito by Ally Schwam I created the rain. It’s one of the first things I created. Two years ago I started as an assistant at the Creation Center and then a year later got promoted to junior programmer. The first task I got was to program what a higher-up called “rain.” Rain was…

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5 Ways to Support Women Facing Extreme Abortion Bans

5 Ways to Support Women Facing Extreme Abortion Bans by Marina Flores

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The Dead by Maura O’Connor

The Dead by Maura O’Connor

I fled your deaths.
They happened anyway.
Me,
the missing witness.
Michael,
I will miss you most.
The roses you gave me
the night you told me
you hated me.
The song you wrote
comparing my eyes
to ocean
my dreams

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