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Brendan Adams

Me: Film student at non-prestigious Montreal university. Also, Anonymous Tipster reporting secret Meth Lab....

August Smith

In line at the grocery store a baby stared at me maybe because of my orange facial hair or my green hat loud under bad fluorescents...

Ruby Brunton

after he collapses on top of me & rolls off something pours out of me like a life force but it’s a replenishable resource I’m dying...

JC Bouchard

Nothing is absolute The sun reflects everything Even itself And my memory of your hands has limits...

Richard Kerwin

and the piano ravel composes and the presence of other bodies crowd heavily against me...

Meghan Greeley

we will never be loved as by the flies you and I, spread bone naked over pillows. How they hover, the lovers...

Jason Freure

We come here when pizza night becomes every night. We come here to pretend that nights off are special. Most of my nights are off. I swill my ice water around....

Sophia Katz

God is the icy water you splash on your face in the morning. God is the blonde hair you keep finding around your room, whose owner you are having trouble identifying....

Louis Raymond

I remember this one bonfire. The party dwindled. Soon, it was just me, Mike, and Jane left by the fire. And not ten minutes after we sat back down,...

Nat Emerling

I didn’t trust you, so I let your lips touch mine, and I took your words from your mouth....

Melissa Bull

At a café full of up-and-coming Mexicans, we drank Coca-Colas out of glass bottles. Lips fit snug on rims, a pleasing kind of bottle BJ. ...

Jessica Schouela

After a night of quasi-bloody knuckles, and red-rimmed eyes I am in the mood for blue-green, for cerebral coasts;...