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White Whale by Mitchell Duran
Every Saturday night, cast in shadow and fog, our Crew – a Melvillian band of shadow laden pranksters – lingered curbside near a moon-shined fire hydrant. “How many years we been submerged in America’s academic shackles?” one boy snorted and spit. “Damn long,” another barked. “Need out,” one said. “Need to get away.” The Crew…
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Poetry by Mitchell Duran
”New Home” is based in my Mexican/Spanish background and the stories I’ve heard my abuelita talk about coming from Tijuana to the Bay Area. The poem is from the viewpoint of one of her sons. My aim was to capture the contrast of the mysticism of her stories with the hardships of not knowing what…
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Poetry by Mark Lamoureux
When I was a very young child & I heard the moog trills of the In Search Of theme music, I would run into my room & hide under my covers. The grainy black & white images of the intro. sequence alone frightened me: a grainy row of rapa nui, a ruined Scottish castle, a crystal skull, but I…
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Sounds of Remembrance by Nam Hoang Tran
My mother carries an entire biography in the palms of two small hands, each wrinkle deep and rich with story. I listen as I hold them in mine. Sometimes, when I bring them close to my ear, songs of moments long forgotten ring out into the space between us. From the sound of her bike…
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Photography by Shiksha S. Dheda
Washed Away. Arthur Schopenhauer said: “After your death you will be what you were before your birth“. When we think of birth, we often forget to remember death. The joy of seeing new life or the prospect of new beginnings and opportunities are seldom marred by the inevitability of the end; death. Yet, the possibility…
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Poetry by Carson Sandell
I listened (Nirvana) To rest on the shores of Nirvana You must freeze your flow Cut connections to the current And sift through your skin Because buried in you Is the desire to drown, It’s better if you stab your eyes To prepare for never-ending night And if you opt for vision Don’t confuse sheets…
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Once-Upon-a-Chimes by Aura Martin
Cento from “Ideology”, “I WAKE UP CURLED UP IN A C.D. WRIGHT POEM”, “Mother of All Balms”, and “Reading Rilke at Lake Mendota, Wisconsin” by Aria Aber & Where Reasons End by Yiyun Li The dead have the advantage of the leavers; those left behind have to have something to hold on to. I rearranged a vase…
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HELP IS COMING by Nate Lippens
The counselor urged us to talk. “It’s a chance for you to tell your story.” This wasn’t a story to me. It was my life and I was still living. I sat in the circle with other damaged people. We listened to talk about what was wrong with us and how we could save ourselves.…
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Poetry by Christi Gravett
Wheels I remember feeling, long ago, some of that derisory teenage anguish— as if I fell to my feet, warlike music all around. Now I’m in the car, my arm outstretched, in the blustery weather, remarkably euphoric and roaring into downtown, torn apart and put back together then torn apart again and hollowed out— shifting,…
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