By: Sofia Dewey Groin to Grave i am full of it. i have never denied this– maybe only to the men who have spit the words out just short of a reaction to acid reflux; to the tall people that stand grand and dark in doorways like the room is theirs for the taking. i…
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Adventures in Geauga County: Chander Hill Farm and Its Characters
By: Sofia Dewey ‘Fia’s got moon boots! Scott, a burly southern Ohioan man who never takes off his hat, points at my silver rain boots and passes me on the gravel path between the farm store and bird barn. I am speed-walking through a trail of puddles, a fifty-pound bag of chicken mash slung over…
Read MoreA Narrative in Six Word Stories
By: Suzy Schwabl Marching gracefully through my new future. Breathe deeply, the moment is now. Voices pulse through the busy streets. Joining the crowd, my voice erupts. Electofyinging loud, we all stand together. Believing what we want; we empower. Gates reveal the path we desire. Becoming one, united through individual beliefs. All different, we support…
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Anjali
My name Has never been too Kind To others. They always add a Disclaimer. “I’m sorry if I say this wrong.” I’m sorry too. Start. Stop. Try again. Stop. One more time. Stop. I step in as a Courtesy. The first time, I laid it out Like a red carpet. With a grand flourish, I…
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One Explanation of Contemporary/Modern Art
By: Julia Zhu Many have heard of the piece where a ripe banana was ducted taped to a wall in the name of art. What makes people shake their head even more is when this piece titled “Comedian” by Maurizio Cattelan had two editions that sold for $120,000 each, and another 3 editions that sold…
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The Only Queen in the Castle
by Sol Rivera Broken BentA bloodthirsty machine Tired of anger Staying in her mind Sickness is what it is Rotting, raveging Rage Rules her more than she rules her life Queens have courts Hers is no different And, well They do not like women When she complains to her sire About the madness within He…
Read MoreThoughtlessness
By Noel Ullom Her voice was always loudest in the wind. It echoed through the trees Rattling in freedom, Sang the song of endless memories Twisted in their branches, And told the tale of understood secrets To all those who sat under the leaves’ shade. The same voice took the shape of a hand That…
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Recipe of the Week: Baked Shrimp With Feta and Grilled Sourdough
By Sol Rivera INGREDIENTS 2 tablespoons olive oil 1 shallot, minced 1 bell pepper, diced 2 cloves garlic, minced 1 14-ounce can crushed tomatoes 1 cup chicken or vegetable broth 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional) 1 teaspoon salt 1 lb. uncooked shrimp 8 ounces feta cheese, crumbled fresh chopped parsley and lemon wedges for…
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In Between Worlds
By Abby Coffey The first box says white The second says Hispanic My pen hovers Confused, conflicted My head and heart in disharmony My mouth creases, the edges turned upside down My mouth is a fraud The lines, the edges: they lie How can I be Hispanic if my r’s don’t roll? How can my…
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Bubble Baths: My Song of Innocence
By Muna Agwa after William Blake I used to spend every weekend reclined in the same ivory oasis, cocooned by a plume of steam. Clean and white bathroom tiles tilted in a perfect lattice became the blank canvas upon which scribbled my stray curly hairs. The unstained brass handles, broad and flat, were the mirrors…
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HB IN RETROSPECT 