Degenerate to degenerate: Who knew porn could be so romantic? đ
Overheard in Walker
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Shit in my blood
i was thinking about whatâs in my blood and itâs mostly genetic stuff but also a wasteland if youâve read T.S. Eliot so if youâre curious hereâs not all just some of the shit in my blood:Â 55% plasma, mostly water carrying salt & proteins, tranquil medium that shapes time and space, the osmotic…
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Passenger Announcement in Progress
A soft chime. The PA system exhales with a crackle before speaking. Good evening, passengers, and welcome aboard Flight QTR955. Please ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened. Stow all carry-on memories beneath the seat or within overhead compartments. Pack lightly â heavy luggage may slow ascent. As we prepare for takeoff, take one last look…
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Moon, where are you?
On my birthday there was supposed to be a full moon and Iâm sure there was under the clouds but I got out of bed to see it and couldnât find it. I looked up on google where the moon was supposed to be (southwest) and looked there but all I saw were gray murky…
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Jazz
We are in assembly. Voices intermingle with deep jazz that drips from speakers stationed all around the house. Something beneath my sternum vibrates silently. The lights are colder than I know youâd prefer. But Iâve got candles at home, with molten wax that oozes down far beyond the little sphere of gleaming honeycomb. We…
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Frog World
âNow, imagine you are a frog and you know that all your frog flesh and frog blood is shared with your frog brothers. What kind of frog would you be?â
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Three Years in the Shadow of Gaza
The Maher family escaped death, but what does it mean to rebuild what theyâve lost?
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Epilogue
In August, you were real and unreal. Lying on the floor in sticky heat, I wrote lines to you in my head, Crossed them out. As summer slipped I sensed the shape of you in fever dreams. I told my friends itâs like living with a ghost. Counting the days until October, When…
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Letter from the Editor
Dear reader, Iâm rubbernecking, realizing the distance between me and the blazing highway wreck is wiry thin. I look into the fire as if I can see into it, gazing at an ending rather than just melting metal. There is always a source, someone or something before. Before the wreck, a tumble. Before the day,…
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Just a Little Deeper: Full Design
Check out a copy of the issue around campus, or see the full design below!
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the life and loves of a hopelessly unromantic artist
âi bit your fingertip. you tasted like cigarettes and irish whiskey and sweatâdiscordant, utterly unamerican, addictive.â
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Two Days and Two Nights
âNot long after that we realized there was little else to do where we were, so we stood up and headed out, us two boys stumbling through the cold night behind Mary.â
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Piece by piece, Korea Comes Back Through Jeanie Changâs Clothes
From East Meets West (2021) & Metanoilepsis (2025) to HĂ´tel Tassel (2025).