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Featured Submissions
Vol. XXIII - 2023
Poetry | Summer Eves
Once, you watched a boy who serenaded you / in a high school classroom do a line of coke off of a coffee table / at a house party. The memory of it returns to you on an errand run / done after a visit to your parents' house in your hometown.
Vol. XXIII - 2023
Prose | Élana Gatien
It's so peaceful here, where the incense cedar smells sharp and clear and the Oregon myrtle breaks with the smell of my dad's spaghetti sauce. River-smooth boulders tower over the water, dotted with Jeffery pines and Douglas-firs.
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