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Katie

A light green background with white text reading: The trees shifted closer together, their leaves thicker, their roots interwoven on the forest floor. Like wounds healed over. Like lovers made one. Anders climbed through. Anders made his way. --Katie Flack — Fiction

The Next Knight

Jordan-Bear-still-life

Illustration of a white toy bear in red overalls holding a blue vase and standing in front of a green tent and a red background — Artwork

Bear Still Life

Michael

Peach background with black text reading: so— if we were falcons falling to the earth would you ever forgive the gravity? --Michael Turle — Poetry

Vignettes of Infinity

Ollie

A coral background with white text reading: looks like I tore off its scull flap like a hangnail, left open to die. --Olivia Wachtel — Poetry

Three Moldy Stitches

Peyton

Light green background with white text reading: She felt like a gargoyle, frozen in agony far from those who surrounded her, keeping watch over nothing. --Peyton Trout — Fiction

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Chad-Mon-Capitaine

A metal pin of a frog sitting among clouds and a rainbow, playing the banjo. In word bubbles, the frog is singing: The lovers the dreamers and me — Artwork

Mon Capitaine

Brandon-Skylight

Photo of a circular skylight with a brightly colored fixture of curly strands hanging from the peak. — Photography

Skylight

Jillian excerpt

A coral background with the following text in white: I would never forget how it felt to be so small in the gaze of something that was so big. --Jillian Bremner — Creative Nonfiction

The Crucifixion of St. Andrew

Hudnell

Light green background with white text reading: My skin feels too small to fit my skeleton. I want to stretch and break free of my casing. Instead, I walk silently a couple steps in front of him. --Kathryn Hudnell — Fiction

Red Sky in Mourning, Sailor’s Warning

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Light peach background with black text reading: Twisted creatures in the coat-rack She’ll walk in circles on the carousel of graves —Samantha Larrivee — Poetry

Amusement Park

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