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“That Damn Selfie” by Laurel Osterkamp

Posted on June 13, 2022

If only Joyce hadn’t taken that damn selfie. Her and Tate, laughing at a truck stop in Mexico, drinking beer with lime, his cotton t-shirt sticky with sweat, her tank […]

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“Text Me When You Get Home” by Helen Nancy Meneilly

Posted on May 20, 2022

night falls like a brick.  urgent tongue of wind stuck to the back of my neck, hair wrapped around my throat. fist of keys in my coat pocket. wraiths of […]

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“I’ve Barely Been to College” by Kailey Tucker

Posted on April 25, 2022

Autumn snapped my spine like the sudden flash of a spark, waking up the dark.  She brought rain and left me blooming, treading my fresh soles on top of crumbled yellow bladed leaves that change […]

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“Plastic Hearts” by Chella Courington

Posted on April 15, 2022

At fifteen Anne bought her first action figure—Wonder Woman. When she saw her on television in her blue starry shorts, legs rising out of red boots, steel cuffs, and gold […]

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“Rare” by Joanne Howard

Posted on March 28, 2022

Two a.m., well into her night shift at the NICU, was never a good time to receive a call on her cell. “He’s gone,” Jason’s slurred words garbled on the […]

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“In the Willow Garden” by Isabel O’Hara Walsh

Posted on February 7, 2022

Down in the willow garden, where me and my true love did meet,There we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep – “Rose Connelly,” traditional Appalachian ballad I hear […]

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“Interrogative Sestina” by Mark J. Mitchell

Posted on January 21, 2022

Who is the bride of August? Wheredoes she send her lost birds and whatare they born to see? You? They sing. Who,precisely, are they naming? Just whenwill they return to […]

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The Metaworker Podcast – Ruins by Mary Paulson

Posted on January 19, 2022

Episode Description: In this episode, Matthew, Marina, and Elena talk with Mary Paulson about her poem, Ruins. We talk about writing poetry to express deep emotions, writing and rewriting with […]

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“In Between” by Kelly Claytor

Posted on December 24, 2021

Are you dead, Maria? One Hour It seems so. Seven Days Their black clothes. Their black veils. Their white handkerchiefs, dry in their pockets. None linger at my grave. No […]

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“The Sky Traveler” by Dan Yokum

Posted on December 6, 2021

When I remember to look, I will see her. At least that’s what usually happens. I work on the high hill in the towers of academia where I pretend to […]

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“One Learns Ruthlessly” by Lydia Storm

Posted on October 25, 2021

“And I learned, gentlemen. Alas, one learns when one has to. One learns when one wants a way out. One learns ruthlessly.” —Franz Kafka, “A Report for an Academy” Dear […]

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“Ruins” by Mary Paulson

Posted on September 13, 2021

Mary Paulson currently lives and works in Naples, FL. Her poems have appeared in Slow Trains, Mainstreet Rag, Painted Bride Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, Arkana, Thimble Lit Magazine, and Tipton Poetry […]

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“High Queen” by Zachary Toombs

Posted on August 20, 2021

Zachary Toombs is a published writer and artist from Winter Park. His works have been featured in various venues such as Freedom Fiction, Against the Grain Magazine, Mad Swirl, City. […]

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“A Future Leviathan’s Prodigious Sister” by Mina Rozario

Posted on June 28, 2021

They called me incandescent. Queens and counts, dukes and earls alike sat enthralled when I performed, swept up in a sea of notes that would swell and recede like tides. […]

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“The Shape of the Laugh in Your Throat” by Edie Meade

Posted on May 14, 2021

From downstairs I hear you playfully yell “panties!” with the tantrum-bound toddler who is disemboweling my underwear drawer. By the shape of the laugh in your throat I can tell […]

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“Antidote” by Kate Copeland

Posted on May 7, 2021

A fire sunset facing her, thunder didn’t show, how much she even wished for this sky to hurt, to rive in two, boiling the river This house helps her to […]

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“An Account of Our Precipice” by Jason McGlone

Posted on April 5, 2021

We three stare at each otherit’s Reservoir Dogs: BurgeoningDomestic Dispute Edition Our mouths trained guns,words chambered, Hello translates directly to Say something stupid, BrianAnother Hello says Let’s not do thisMy […]

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“Penny of Ithaca” by P.L. Watts

Posted on March 15, 2021

She’s even made the bed where another man will rape her. The swine have been slaughtered, the silver’s been laid. Everything’s ready. She scans the room once more. She’s always […]

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“Meditations on Water (Ode to Escambia)” by Stella Meadows

Posted on March 5, 2021

I didn’t always know I was a woman. That’s one of the myths – that every trans person knows it from Day One. I guess I knew from pretty early […]

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“Unleashed” by Catherine Zickgraf

Posted on February 22, 2021

I clutch Dad’s oak tree leg. He reads the congregation my pre-baptism testimony. Seems myheart rejects sin, especially finger-painting my bedroom during Sunday naptime. But I’ll convertagain for another church […]

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“Transformations” by David Henson

Posted on February 5, 2021

Mom’s breathing was shallow, her skin rough, hair green. I glanced up and saw my father, Fred, checking his phone as his wife of almost 40 years transformed. Fred and […]

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“Little Gem Magnolia” by Paul Rabinowitz

Posted on January 15, 2021

I In an old cafe on Frenchmen Street in The Faubourg Marigny, a ceiling fan churns, throwing dust into the eyes of an old painting of Madame Rose Nicaud. A […]

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“Self Portrait as Woman with Scarf” by Paul Rabinowitz

Posted on September 28, 2020

I have no hair atop my head but if I did it would be like yours and I’d wash it  brush it out and take care of it and on […]

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“Death and Mercy” by Kim Malinowski

Posted on June 29, 2020

She wasn’t a phoenix, but she knew ash. She painted herself with coals, with cinders. War paint disguising the woman of the woods. She felt knighted,  unable to cry out […]

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“Pink” by Izzy Martens

Posted on December 9, 2019

The small pink tube is pressed into the palm of my right hand. I am flicking the lid with my thumb, finding satisfaction in the incessant beat of the lever […]

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“Night” by Chestina Craig

Posted on February 19, 2018

I have been raised to fear my footfalls in the dark to be a walking skirt is to sacrifice safety, sway like an open gate for danger. but I collect […]

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“Skin” by Chestina Craig

Posted on January 15, 2018

SKIN is the bodies first line of defense. our metal shell wrap-around  sometimes,  your body can confuse fortress for prison, my mother is able to show me exactly where  the […]

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“War Paint” by Linda Imbler

Posted on December 18, 2017

Tonight the battle will begin. But first, as the concealer smooths across my eye folds, I picture her breathlessly saying hello to him, always making sure to say his name […]

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“Girl” by Chestina Craig

Posted on July 25, 2016

I used to think girl meant pink meant birthday cake roses wilting for safety & always use your inside voice but sometimes it means shout and they will still ignore […]

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“4 AM Girl” By Matthew Maichen

Posted on November 23, 2015

She wanders through the streets past midnight. They assume it’s too dangerous for her. It isn’t because anyone who would harm her is asleep. She, on the other hand, is […]

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“One Girl” by Ellen Webre

Posted on October 19, 2015

One girl bakes a hundred cupcakes and gives them away for free. One girl wastes perfectly good eggs on a car. One girl’s dog gets fat from all the junk […]

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