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The Food Issue :: Spring 2020
Issue 7 :: Fall 2019
Sex(ualities) :: Spring 19
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States of Mind :: Spring 18
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Exodus Feature :: Spring 17
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Incarcerated Writers Feature :: Spring 16
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May//2020
featuring artwork by
James Vining
Reply to an Invitation from a College Acquaintance (an invitation which was, most likely, issued on impulse and not meant to be taken seriously)
// Phillip Stevens
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“ I woke the following afternoon, hours after checkout, with only the company of bedbugs feasting on star dust. No sign of Inanna, no sign of her clothes, no sign of my wallet or my car.”
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