Prose

Blue Grass

By Hannah Malia Kim Phoenix: Spring 2009 The thing I remember most about my girlhood in Beijing is the hutong neighborhoods. Especially, the way the houses were smushed together so that each shanty looked like a piece of a bigger…

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Room 1012

Room 1012 by Kat White Content Warning: This piece has elements of a murder mystery, mentions of suicide/death, violence, and elements of domestic abuse. Exhaustion colored the edges of her vision gray and Rue swallowed against the dryness in her…

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Hurt

By J. Allen Carpenter It wasn’t as if anyone got Hurt. In his weather-worn, leather-torn brogues his momma kept of his daddy’s. Wandering soundlessly, aside from the crunch of highways and backroads between the sole and the Earth. Nobody really…

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First Field Dressing

By Catherine Dartez Lisbeth watched the doe while her father hoisted it up the tree. The rope pulled its head off the snow, swaying back and forth until the neck elongated. The doe’s face steadied for a moment while her…

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The Woodcutter

Note from the Editor: The inspiration from Anton Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard forms the basis of this play, but it is Leonardo's voice that colors it and makes it their own.    A One-Act Play inspired by Anton Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard…

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Smoother Than Oil, Bitter As Wormwood

Vincenzina Monteleone   “It was love without reason, love for something futureless, love that appeared to exist only to be itself, imperious and all demanding, the kind that would cause him to make a fool of himself in an instant.” …

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