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Becca Klaver

It’s like a phobia of life in general?

I promised not to do it again?

I paid you already?

I know you care, but it’s not enough?

I think you need to bring your voice down?

I ate the rest of it?

I’m 100% positive I left it right here?

I didn’t think that applied to me?


Jessica Laser

To love perversely, where we aren’t
supposed to love, how else to know
freedom? How else to know the
mind than when it places itself
where it should not be and drags
your heart there like an anchor?

Future Ruins

Brandon Shimoda

Where do you feel safe?
Where do youth feel safe?

On the phone
With best friends on the phone
The space that exhales
A box
SW Grille
In a car
with sister and mother
eating Eegee’s



Layne Eckensberger 

Two peaches and a butterfly on a stone plinth.
Strawberries and red currents on a marble ledge.
Vanitas still life with skull and hourglass.  In this light
                                                                nothing ever had a name. 
You will only listen to the snow in the walls now.
Still life with hanging bunch of grapes, a butterfly.  
Still life in a niche.  Still life with fruit
                                                                and a grapevine.  Where
do your eyes go when you listen to the snow and why. 
Your signature in someone else’s hand and you like it.
The letter A on a stone plinth.
Still life with hazelnuts.  Still life with asparagus and red
currents.  Still life with shells.  

Self-Portrait as Persephone

Marissa Davis

I am afraid of his long man’s body
the way it creeps toward me in the gray
marrow of the night the way
I yearn for it to split me open
like a blade does a soft fruit

this is what my mother warned me about
when I was young & still combed my hair with poplar twigs
& ran barefoot between the rising yellow grains
that looked like sunrays & spun the sunrays into life


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