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Issue 14: Economies of Harm
HTML Color Swatches in Black [Girl]
Ariana Benson
Poetry
Editor’s Pick
“taken-Black” …girl, too umber for proper / amber alert. Black / girl, skipped right past “missing” into / “Lost: B L A C K girl”. nobody / even noticed
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Instructions for a Child of an Assembly Line
Brian Dang
Poetry
Editor’s Pick
You are younger than her labor for [redacted aircraft manufacturing company].
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Cadet College, Kohat
Rabia Saeed
Fiction
,
Prose
Humza went to school with me in Kohat. We were always competing with each other for the first position in class.
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How to Deprogram a Parent in 7 Easy Steps
LiAnne Yu
Nonfiction
,
Prose
Do you have an elderly parent who has fallen victim to internet conspiracy theories?
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I wanted to wash my face and my feet. I wanted to be invited somewhere.
hannah rubin
Fiction
,
Prose
I was being led by something. So tender and raw inside of my body that I can’t point to a specific place — there was me before I had ever seen a dam.
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Smoke Screens
Bobuq Sayed
Nonfiction
,
Prose
The week the pandemic hits, I break my lease in Little Haiti and drive fifteen hours up the I-95 to be with my parents.
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This Country is Motherless and Makes me Forget
Sanam Sheriff
Poetry
I am not. Two weeks or more since a call. To be in America, / You must see American, close your eyes and dream American
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There is No Other Way to Say This
Saba Keramati
Poetry
Every morning the sparrows sing / Every day there is another funeral
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here’s the space i carry. here’s the space that’s empty. • this our sunken sweet parade
Abi Pollokoff
Poetry
so let’s talk then about unruliness / how it defies the joys of order & everything / that’s missed.
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Enough Rain
Sarah Bitter
Poetry
Quail rise in ruffles from the sage. / Pebbles I scraped into my knee look / like they belong there.
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In Bad Faith
Sara Femenella
Poetry
Elsewhere a bell rings /medieval in its calling and here / I fumble for a reliquary
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No One is Taking the Doughnut Shortage Seriously (and all that that implies)
Elizabeth Upshur
Poetry
— or the ketchup packet one / over in the adjacent deli, the dearth of good strawberries / in produce.
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Those People
Kristin Marie
Nonfiction
,
Prose
In 1996, the year my mother died of a heroin overdose, Purdue Pharma started to sell OxyContin in the United States.
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This disappearing, how it makes • thread/bare
Maria S. Picone
Poetry
house become island, as inland pushes out / land. Outlandish, you say, this push and pull—
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I want my story to be ordinary.
Nicole Arocho Hernández
Poetry
I / am ruined / how could I / ever leave / this wound
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