All Accepted Pieces

At a Crosswalk

By Alexander Lazarus Wolff I saw the man in a dream. His tweed  jacket was threadbare along the length of the sleeve just as I remembered. People rushed around him like water tending to a…

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The Team

By Domonic Fannuci Twilight. “Are we all set?” “Just saw Billy. We ‘re just waiting for Peter. Said he’d be here any minute.” “That motherfucker is never on time. We should just leave without him.”…

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I Dreamt We Went to See Dokken

We stood in line,  noting the band’s name on the marquee.  1980s pop metal—big hair,  catchy songs I recall as poorly as the dream.  There we were like tee-shirted teens, eager for the doors breaking…

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In A Cell

by Ace Boggess Dreamt a prison fight repeating. Three times. Same guy, faceless. Guards kept dragging him off  to the hole, & back he came,  having learned nothing, yanking his bedclothes from beneath an inmate, …

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A Shanty for Siobhan

by Dominic Silvestri I have a tale to tell you, come gather round sailors A tale of a girl who haunts me w’out fail  A beauty from the homeland of which I do hail from…

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Shallow Breathes

By Sarah Brownstein Hearts beating  Slow and steady  Tongues tasting  The candied flowers  Rain  Pouring down  Down to the balls of the feet and past  Into the dirt  Waiting for us to fall asleep and …

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Reflections

Genre: Digital Art // Name: Reflections // Size: 1859 x 2100 About the Author: Sarah Morse is a queer theatrical and digital artist based in New York and San Francisco. They work towards destroying binaries…

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Haze and Night

by Yuu Ikeda Haze says to night,  <Please wait a minute>,  <Please let me float  on the border between  night and morning,  a little longer>  The silent moment―  A dewdrop on a leaf falls―  The…

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10 p.m

by Yuu Ikeda 10 p.m.  is the time  when I can be  the loneliest angel  Kiss me,  dear my Psyche,  dear my beautiful sun  10 p.m.  is the time  when I can be  the cruelest…

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Overwhelming a Ghost

By Anonymous the creaks of a radiator we are sitting on that doesn’t quite work anymore people walking into other rooms, laughing, chatting  the sound of footsteps upstairs the snapping of rain outside  scratching pens …

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Memories of Sea Foam

Computational Media///1500 x 600 Pixels This piece started as an experiment in color and gradually evolved into a living, breathing stand alone project. I wanted the colors to be related to each other while also…

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Blueberry Summer

By Emily Neves We. We are. We are on. We are on a boat. The boat rocks but is docked on dry land. The land in question is our closest neighbor’s yard, but we cannot…

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