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Mriga

by Sam Griffith I used to remember. The way the trees below meant nothing to Orion. I used to think. I wonder if he hunts in Greensboro. Where pines cover grass which cover civil disobedience kept as tight as orion to mriga the deer in the sky. forever disagreeing forever at war. Samuel Griffith is […]

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ardent

by Amanda Bustos ar • dent /ˈɑːdənt/ adj. 1. The feeling of blood racing rapidly through the veins. 2. The ache of the heart after cruel, raw rejection. 3. All that is evoked when the human soul is moved / The hidden tear behind a father who cannot feed the five little heads clinging to […]

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Mountain Smoke

by Alex Z. Salinas I. I remember the promise of the mountains, the alpine summer breeze clearing our pores, the entranced look you gave me on Highway 14 Remember the chip factory next to the hotel? That’s where you would’ve transferred You said all I needed to do was find a job II. I remember […]

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Salt

by Alex Z. Salinas   I’d read once that Salinas, the surname that graces every form of my identity, was born in the salt mines of old Spain, where many men surely perished. My uncle Henry, though I’d call him tio, was a Salinas if there ever was one, the salt so strong in his […]

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Ode to the Ten Eleven

by Abby Mangel   “Am I not who you thought I would be?” A severe case of monophobia led me to a violet shift of a punk establishment that sat precariously on the river. It was a sacral landmark, a busy locale known to be as self-destructive as the urban shadows packed inside of it. Timidly, […]

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Red, White, and Blue

by Amanda Bustos Please take a stand for your red, white, and blue. Take a stand for the land of the greatest, land of the honest, land of the cherished liberty. Freedom for all and above all. Freedom for my sisters and brothers. Freedom to write on this paper and freedom to stand outside the […]

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She told me that she too had a garden

by E. Scott Alighieri She told me that she too had a garden Here in the the city and asked if I would like to see it? “Yes where is it?” I asked confused “In Defiance” She answered, Taking my hand, as I followed, She pointed out a little tuft of grass in the crack of asphalt parking lot, […]