Jing Yan
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Middle Kid — Chapter 1
Tori Brown The old wooden supports nailed into the tree leave splinters in my hands as I climb higher and higher, the little handle of my CD player wedged in… Read more.
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SILVER TONGUE AND BOYISH GOOD LOOKS
Tara Robinson You met him while you were in a relationship with another man. It was August, when love is either budding or being buried. You found him on a… Read more.
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Where did you go, John Henry ?
Andrew Kenny John Henry dwelt in apartment stairwells and lived by sketching the tenants. He’d tear them out of his beat-up brown book and sell them, ten cents to the… Read more.
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Sophie
Eleody French I am sober, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds I wish for you to experience Diamond Beach. You’ve never seen the sun so bright before, sand… Read more.
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A Lyrical Moment by the Car Window
Tangqing Zhang “Light speaks in a language we never learn—yet always understand.” The Cipher of LightWhen the sunset stains the sea,we become conspirators of light.The broken waves in your eyeswrite… Read more.
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August Winds, Lustrum
Tia Shang Content warning: this piece contains blood, sexual violence, and disordered eating The lights on the motorway explode like stars through my welling tears and skim across my glasses.… Read more.
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Disproportionate
Quinn Procter Spots of mould scatter across yellow walls and nestle comfortably in the moist environment, but I can’t take my eyes off the mirror. I’m the last one in… Read more.
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Stains – in response to Cleaner (handkerchiefs)
Sarara Scivyer It has stained the grout. It’s bleeding between the tiles and I can’t get it out. On my knees, sweat trickling down my back, I scrub. I scrub… Read more.
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The Laundry Girls
Aimee Tacon A single clothesline runs across the stage, bare. There is a low drumming as the LAUNDRY GIRLS enter, baskets in hand, to take their place. They begin their… Read more.
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Paper Thin
Amelie Meinel I’m falling apart wake sleep uni sleep home sleep wake sleep I’m wearing thin like paper folded unfolded folded unfolded again again again until the fibres fray … Read more.
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Reflected Black
Amelie Meinel Mara stepped onto her father’s estate, and the gate yawned closed behind her like a jaw dislocated by time. Her palms grew clammy as the crumbling building loomed… Read more.