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Allison Grimaldi-Donahue

I said, “I don’t smoke menthols” and I know I said it snobby like I’d never even been offered one before. It was the first time I’d smoked a cigarette in ten days; it was so minty....

Tara McGowan-Ross

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Laura Bardsley

from a short distance, palabra mistaken for tintinnabular, garbage trucks mistaken for string sections, drunken wails...

Eli Lynch

Just when I think I can tell you I feel nauseous on the bus ride to Prague, I am still hesitant and you’re deep sleeping....

Jessica Magonet

Alcohol loosened her lips – lubricated them like bicycle oil. Its delicate fingers undid the thread that stitched her pert mouth closed. Between sips of Bacardi, words tripped over the tip of her tongue and tumbled into the rainstorm....

Gavin Kokichi Lytton

I keep making the same mistake of confusing good sex with love. Stone is stone but skin not skin. ...

Clae Sea

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Damian Rogers

How many times must I learn the lesson of compression? Let go of everything you know and start from scratch....

Ben Fama

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Luis Neer

with my hands i make a sculpture of your voice sometimes i tie it to pigeons sometimes i set it on fire...