Painters Who Paint Paintings of Landscapes from Memory
they'd been strolling an imagined landscape
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Candice Kelsey
Pizza and Snapple
Tongues don’t forget things, don’t need / to be corrected.
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Katey Linskey
Tally Marks
As if, I’m casual with my body.
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Andrew Mercer
Say Your Prayers
holy the boys in their flower beds still afraid of their own wanting
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Cecilia Morris
Michelangelo Dreams of Fish
doctors study : Why? : an essay :
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Sara Ryan
Ripening
shells polished me smooth— // tumbled clean.
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Marjorie Stein
ravel
“Can we talk about the ineffable for a minute?”
NONFICTION
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Maggie Andersen
Queen of the Night
Imagine a Chicago apartment in the nineties, the second floor of a three-flat, hardwood floors and smells of cooking and cigarette smoke.
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Claire Hanlon
Vanitas
Imagine a darkened stage. Here is an everywoman—thirties, dark hair, glasses—sitting on a plain wooden chair.
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Morgan Roth
Yellow Oils in the Mind, Along the Field
Like every self-important and slightly suicidal artistically-inclined high school student, I was obsessed with the mystery and pain present in Van Gogh’s solitary life.
FICTION
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Anastasia Chajewska
The Boogeyman and I
If only Wiktor had taken the car.
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Shayla Frandsen
Alas, Poor Yorick!
He died four nights a week and twice on Saturdays at a theater in the French Quarter.
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Anna-Claire McGrath
The Boat, Emily Cleary and Why I Love Sadie Valeen
We swim and we swim and we swim. We swarm like underwater bees, and fish quiver as we pass. The taste of saltwater in our mouths, red with the blood of what we eat.
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Virginia Watts
Buccaneer’s Bounty
Hermit crabs are a big seller at Buccaneer’s Bounty, one of those trashy beach souvenir shops with sloping, creaky floors, stale air, and paint colors off the grid of normal.
