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Gravity
by Lisa McMaster
photo by Peter Anderson on Unsplash
It’s a dark November evening and the rain slants across the driveway and backyard. My mom and I have just returned from my piano lesson and I am in a good mood. I am singing something silly when I see my dad sitting at the dining room table, his face drawn tight, eyes down. I keep singing because he often doesn’t smile, or say hello, when I walk into the room. When he tells me to stop, his voice is sharp and I assume I have done something wrong.
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Someone Mentions Wild Geese Were Kept in Greek Households to Warn the Family of Fire or Intruders When Father Was Off at War
By Christopher Smith
photo by Ekaterina Astakhova on Pexels
Wade far enough into the valley, the sun marks banker’s hours.
I sit some shade of darkness two-thirds of every day.The figure I relate to in the Phaethon myth: that downy little greenhorn
presses Phaethon to prove he’s the chariot’s child.Who can buy even their own fables about their father?
Portraits of him waving down a sunbeam. Personal oliosof corporate fishing retreats, wood block watchtowers, the empty chair
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Aubade For The Sous Chef At Cochon
By Nikki Ummel
photo by Wicdhemein One on Pexels
You are Orion and I am pulled close,
to lick the salt from your ears.
WWOZ whispers morning news
as my fingertips chase freckles,
play connect-the-dots, search
your kitchen-scars for constellations
as the sun rises.I like the feel of you.
Here, in the damp darkness
of your shithole apartment,
the handprints of others
on the wall, above your bed.I’m not the first hostess
you’ve hunted—there is
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BETWEEN THE ACTS
by Elinora Westfall
art "Untitled Portrait" by Elinora Westfall
Act One
Royal Court, London
Front row, middle seat tickets, for The Cane
Red velvet chairs
And I can’t see my feet, in the dark, but I can hear the sound
Of theatre
Of the side stepped shuffle between seats, and sweets and everyone else’s coats on the arms of chairs
Of whispers and hushes and the creak of Victorian floorboards between the clink of wine glasses
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The Docket
by Shira Dentz
photo by Benni Fish on Pexels
This landing strip has seen many falls—
shoehorn soft gliding into a shoe
or curdling against the pressure
presence of time drifting
then landing a perfect minimalist
geometry otherwise known as
settled like home.This landing strip has seen many falls—
shoehorn left shapely into a shoe or
curdling against the pressure all
charisma of time drifting then
landing a turning minimalist geo-
me-try otherwise known as
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LIT 35, Fall 2023
Featuring an interview with Hannah V. Sawyerr (’22), nonfiction by Clare Cannon (’22), fiction by Drew Anderla (’15), hybrid by Elinora Westfall, poetry by Philip Jason, and art by Juan José Clemente.
