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Heaven’s Hell

By : Grace Hasson December 27, 2020 Comments Off

when the moon was separated from the sun her flesh ripped like seams and she bled silver dust onto her lover when the sun turned away from her queen she found the sky is even more empty than hell one womb into two one heart split like an apple, its core something you wouldn't ever want to taste, but its strength lingers on the tongue. Did you enjoy this story? Subscribe to our weekly newsletter to find out when new stories are published. [hubspot portal="4679048" id="962ea2a6-7b06-442a-90fd-58a7c8a4ecc9" type="form"] Learn how to join our Writers Cohort here. Follow us:

The Lake: A Sestina

By : Lorenzo Mendez December 27, 2020 Comments Off

Amid evergreen song, Mother Earth’s voice blares enough to conceal that of the boy—events that had long defined his hide from his obscurities. Was it the painted nails on masculine digits, the slight strut in his stride, or the two personalities he wore that made faces turn to an uneven arc? The same ones that upturn upon that bible verse: leviticus, sinful, a single color. Of course, the lake he stares into is stripped of its hues. Its once glinting color now stands dull with the rest of the onlookers: black and white, not enough. And though the refracted image of the boy, in hindsight, is him, neither the arc around his belt, nor his murky skin could hide his real image. An image that strings together two narratives into

No Yoga Tomorrow

By : Emily Maker December 23, 2020 Comments Off

It's been a long time since I’ve been here. My life has been all about morning yoga, green smoothies, and my cat. Tonight, I don't know what got into me, but here I am. It’s a moody blues bar. Low lights, the smell of whiskey in the air, and that music. I let the vibe wash over me. “I’ll get a bourbon neat.” I tell the bartender and turn to watch the musicians, lost in their craft. They are as unaware of the audience as the audience is of them… they’re just part of the walls, the foundation of this intoxicating vibe. I sit back and sip my bourbon. The light is almost too dim, but it creates a sense of security that you just can’t get from the early

Questioning Happiness

By : Ashmi Singh December 21, 2020 Comments Off

What does it mean to come out if you’re not sure who you are? I spent two years chasing after a boy who didn’t like me back when I was in middle school, all the way into my freshman year of high school. In my sophomore and junior year, I “fell in love” with another boy. During my senior year and in college, I experimented. In my head I kept thinking, I don’t like girls, I’m just a hormone-harboring teenager, what’s new? I ended my freshman year of college with a girlfriend. A serious one, too. I mean, we fell in love, hard. Facetime calls never-ending, I was totally immersed in her. I thought she was immersed in me, but that’s a whole other story. Both of us were convinced

Purple

By : A.R. Enfield October 4, 2020 Comments Off

In a world of red and blue, I am purple. It's confusing to other people, yes, but it's probably even more confusing to me. People on the outside get the simple answers— "I am nonbinary," "I am genderfluid," "I'm just me." I, on the inside, have to deal with all of the thoughts and feelings surrounding that. There are days when I am purple, sure. But there are days when I am colored magenta or indigo, red or blue, and on confusing days I'm a tye-dye of hues. On even more confusing days I feel gray overtake my being. The days when I am red I question if my previous days or weeks or months were even real. “Am I faking it?” “Is purple even a real color?” “What does

I Found Love in a Hopeless Place

By : Angie Williams September 27, 2020 Comments Off

Next. Swipe Left. Nope. Next. Swipe Left. Hmmm...she’s interesting, a med student, here for a month. Swipe Right. It was a shot in the dark. The invisible first move with ‘no strings attached’ that is online dating. Soon, I had a new match. It was you. From our first conversation, communication was effortless. Easy. It felt like I knew you. Our first date was the same. Easy. A dream. Football. Beer. BBQ. And you. For the month of January, it was nothing but laughs, fun, food, and sex. On the 31st, you were gone. We both knew the deal going in. We both made the most of our time together. I promised to visit once you received your residency placement and we vowed to keep in touch. To be honest,

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