The weekend I returned to Ann Arbor from spring break, I switched my editing shift for the week with a…
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Black Lives Matter
Black lives matter. As a literary journal, we firmly believe that words hold power. However, the past few weeks have…
Little Ducklings | Danielle Fink
My box fan had unplugged in the middle of the night, so I woke up to beads of sweat rolling into my eyes.
A Difficult Practice | Taylor Schott
This mode of life is a quiet and submissive one.
Tapping Towards My Future | Sydney Moore
Picture a room filled with middle-aged people whose heads are bent towards large computer screens. Their separate office doors are…
Rooted | Priscila Flores
Rooted Humans must require more protection thanlayers of skin.There’s something,something inside,squirming its way from the depths of myabdomen to the…
Where is Ebru? | Aylin Gunal
There was a conversation with cats, that’s what he’s sure of. The salt-and-pepper ringleader with one blue eye and the…
Podcast Discomfort | Briana Johnson
What’s it like making a podcast about love and sex? Well, not as disturbing as all the stories you’ve heard…
Death During College | Briana Johnson
Last week, my Aunt died. She’d been sick for a few weeks, she’d suffered a stroke some time before, and…
Letters to Autumn: The Forest | Evan Dempsey
“Dear Autumn,” reads the letter on the desk. Like most of its author’s thoughts, it is unfinished. Whether it is…
