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                        A.C. Gerhard
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "We've started purifying ourselves with salt, my friends and I..."
                       
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                        E. Kristen Anderson
                       
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                        Ableism
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        When I consider the facts I’m rendered horizontal, head down
                       
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                        E. Kristin Anderson
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "I’ve spent this year..."
                       
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                        E. Kristin Anderson
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "I’ve long accepted that there’s no such thing as rewinding—"
                       
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                        Effie Benveniste
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "The body is heavy as any unwanted thing..."
                       
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                        Elliot Voorhees
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "I one morning from un/settling dreams..."
                       
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                        Emily Gillespie
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Handfuls and handfuls of cheap free pens, you know the kind I’m talking about right?"
                       
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                        Heather Taylor Johnson
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Feel that gnaw? Your body’s sweet to the dark vermin today,..."
                       
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                        Jennifer Bradpiece
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Doctor,..."
                       
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                        Kara Dorris
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Last night, a blood moon, a sleepless..."
                       
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                        Kara Dorris
                       
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                        Ableism
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "The wolves are snarling today, so I set the table slowly."
                       
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                        Kara Dorris
                       
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                        Substance UseDeathAssault/Abuse/Violence
                       
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                        Prose
                       
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                        "Kara Dorris was born in Fort Worth, Texas at the ass-end of 1980, & the beginning of big bangs, shoulder pads, & leg warmers..."
                       
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                        Kristen Tollan
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Editor's Note
                       
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                        "Dearest Monsters,..."
                       
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                        Lillian Hochwender
                       
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                        Body Horror
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "In my summer breath..."
                       
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                        Lynn Guttman
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Art
                       
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                        Lynn Guttman
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Art
                       
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                        Lynn Guttman
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Art
                       
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                        Lynne Schmidt
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "The day he proclaims,..."
                       
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                        Madison Bertenshaw
                       
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                        Sexual content
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "What do you write about?"
                       
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                        Marissa Spear
                       
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                        Sexual content
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "As a scientist, a lapsed Catholic, and a writer I know I inhabit a multitude of contradictions..."
                       
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                        Rachel Stewart
                       
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                        Body Negativity
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Winter has crept in two months late..."
                       
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                        Rita Maria Martinez
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "On the osteopath’s table my contours expand..."
                       
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                        Rita Maria Martinez
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Dr. Honeydew, I wanna be like you,..."
                       
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                        Rita Maria Martinez
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "Life was a comedy of errors the year after surgery..."
                       
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                        Rita Maria Martinez
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "My younger self became adept at sleight of hand."
                       
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                        Sarah Cavar
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "I’ll have no need to fear..."
                       
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                        Sophia Cannizzaro
                       
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                        Substance Use
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "when i smoke weed i have the worst panic attacks of my life..."
                       
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                        Uma Dviwedi
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "A CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TRANS FIGURES..."
                       
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                        Xuan Nyugen
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "1.  a golden blaze of hair roars down my wicked spine. i am spitfire keo"
                       
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                        Yiyi
                       
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                        None
                       
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                        Poetry
                       
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                        "in jakarta i barely remember my grandfather’s house..."
                       
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