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Bad Thing
When we watched and listened to King Tuff shred, I acknowledged him as just another punk to push. Floors bathed in cheap beer and hair ratted into matted, messy hives have always had a way of...
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We Need Your Submissions!
Dear wonderful readers, I wanted to take a break from our hard-hitting articles and fancy photos to remind you that we run off of your submissions. We love having a group of regular contributors, but...
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“Up All Night” and “Ma by the Window”
“Up All Night” by Sreetama Ray “Who hasn’t had bouts of sleeplessness? Lying in bed, next to someone, eyes wide open when the world around me is all shades of black.” “Ma by the Window” by Sreetama Ray...
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The Distance Between ‘Baby’ and ‘Bitch’
The distance between ‘baby’ and ‘bitch’… is the white space between your eyebrows, darkening. Meredith Brooks’s favorite word is fetched out of your mouth and your wrinkled lips dress my forehead. As...
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“Karma” and “On the Inside”
“Karma” by Sreetama Ray A direct fall out of all the speaking of my mind. A feeling so universally felt by non-conforming, outspoken women. “On the Inside” by Sreetama Ray A time in my life where I am...
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“Question to my Mother”
“Question to my Mother” by Sreetama Ray A painting inspired by the poetry of Warsan Shire.The quote is taken from her poem, “Questions for the Woman I was Last Night.” Sreetama Ray is a frequent and...
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The Other Side
Killing people gets exhausting after a while. The first few were interesting, even amusing as I increasingly became one with my creative side. When the death toll reached the triple digits… Yeah, that...
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When He Drunk Dials
He will call you when you’re asleep, and he will be drunk -slurred speech that is heavy like syrup, his words will be so sweetyour teeth will ache and your stomach will churn. Let him speak:he will...
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Forest Fire
I think of my mother’s hands and the weight they must have carriedwhen I was a little girl. Plump cheeks filled with pink rosesand a small nose good at sniffing out the bad,I hung my head in a quiet...
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Twenty Letters to Aries
I.I always meet you outside in the cold with my hands gripped around a poetry book. How was I supposed to tell you that I had been writing about you before I knew your name? Your face is burned into my...
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Fight Like A Girl
“Fight Like a Girl” represents a group of females that hide compasses in their compact mirrors, wear spurs on their boots, and keep lipstick next to their handguns. The project showcases images of...
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Under Water Pressure
At least three times a day, I feel like I’m drowning. I can’t breathe and in those moments, I truly understand panic and fear. A flood of to-do lists suffocate my mind while my pulse races from the...
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My Life Was a Minstrel Show
My life was a minstrel show, filled with delight With costumes and jokes and me working all night. I dipped, spun, and someone who looked just like me Was dancing and singing for all children to see....
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Exiting Teenage Purgatory
My teenage experience was coated in pink, period blood, and purity; I applied strawberry Lip Smackers between dramatic sighs and lived for the thrill of sneaking out to meet my crush. I’ve evolved...
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Selfie Centered
I could count the number of photographs I have of myself from the past year on my fingers and toes. From the moment I was seen with my camera, I’ve taken on an assumed role as “the photographer.” This...
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WOMANISMS
YOU EXIST UNTIL THEY KILL YOU THE MORE YOU KNOW, THE MORE THEY’LL USE IT AGAINST YOU LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF; NO ONE ELSE DOES BURN THE BOOKS THEY MADE YOU READ IN SCHOOL BEING UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOU IS...
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If I’m Being Honest…
I wrote the first draft of this poem 6 months ago, at the beginning of my first semester of college, when I decided I wanted to start seeing a therapist for my reoccurring anxiety and depression. I...
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Spring Awakening
image by jujulica.tumblr.com Let it be known that Persephone never consented to anything. She didn’t know the consequences of those six seeds, didn’t know the consequences of having both budding...
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