Contents
POETRY
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I Saybrock bernard
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The Western Affront Henri Caputo
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How to Make a ManAngela Feeherty
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brock bernard
Kei Tse
Vincent Saint-Simon
N.T.
Oedipus Jones
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CrypticKei Tse
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JakeVincent Saint-Simon
ESSAY
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In Defense of a New LiteratureN.T.
FICTION
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And Strawberry Ice Cream SandwhichesOedipus Jones
Lovingly shuffled together under the direction of Nikki Rainey, Matt Siemer, Brock Walker, and Curt Bozif.
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As I strutted my Awkward Alligator, my tan began to tingle.
I found myself dancing on the sidewalk. I was alive with propensity.
The pleasure was unbearable, and all I could think was, “Will the heaven ever end?” As I gradually recognized my secret twin, I knew true love was possible.
As I cradled the Awkward Alligator, my nuances began to rustle.
I found myself balancing on the cusp. I was in love with sound.
The fog was manifesting and all I could think was "What does life mean?!" As I grudgingly shifted my scope, I knew only transience.
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