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Dragon’s Belly
by Tessa Permar I sit carving another tooth. This one came down the gullet 3 meals ago, along with a rabbit, an entire wheat field, and half of a moose. None of them in tact, but I am able to pick at the moose meat which retained a nice char from her fiery breath. The Continue reading
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something about
by Elena Faverio being nineteen – the year that i got really into one direction that summer – home from college, at my friend keira’s house one thing came on the radio, by the pool my friend bess, short for elizabeth says “i love one direction i can tell them apart by their voices liam Continue reading
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How to Be an Islander
By Tessa Permar Salt, sand, moss, dewdrop webs, that collective cicada engine sound, thick tall sick-looking trees, crinkled fragile eyes, cutting themselves from tears with belittling jokes. Family men, the round bulge of their jaws jutting toward the next thing they have to do. A lot of witches. Young witches spinning indigo yarn, bearded ladies Continue reading
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Dinnertime (Detestable Maw, Gaping Maw, Your Maw Like Mine)
By Elena Faverio Yumyumyumyumyum. I can eat everything that I want to eat. Because I am hungry and it is time for me to eat. Yumyum. Once I have the taste for a thing, I must have it. Sometimes it is crackers, sometimes it is a lot of crackers. Dry things and spicy things and Continue reading
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Hotel Armand
By Ivy Stevens “What is this?” “This is your room.”“This is not our room.” You’re 100%, dead certain that when you made this reservation, you asked for a suite, with a kitchen, bathroom and TWO small bedrooms. The room in front of you, at which the friendly front desk gentleman is gesturing, is smaller than Continue reading
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A Vineyard Sail
By Tessa Permar Feet browned like an expensive wood stain, with callouses softened by sand, I watched him alight on the rim of the vessel like a spring bug on a leaf. There are two of them, old friends. One brought me roses last week. The other I’ve been sleeping with since July. It’s now Continue reading
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2:53 AM
By Elena Faverio During the night, I sneak over to the acro yoga studio. I do this at exactly 2:53 AM, because it’s a seven minute walk to the studio, if I’m moving at a speed that isn’t suspicious. And most murders take place around 3:00 AM. They say this is because the human body Continue reading
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Down The Green Hill
Ivy Stevens Up the graying carpet, the shushes of shuffling feet. The crunch as someone steps on a leaf blown in from the open archway, a cool wind occasionally sending them skittering across the floor. Sitting on the hard wooden bench, song book in your hands, folded paper program crinkling as it’s gripped too tight. Continue reading
