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____________________________________________________________________________________________ Johanna Porter was born and raised in Miami,...

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By Nora Sun Doll has round blue eyes and wide pink lips like Jane. She has chubby red cheeks and thick brown hair like Jane. She’s the...

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By Acadia Currah You are a messy, melting-candle-wax amalgamation of everyone who has ever loved you. When you read Mary Shelley’s...

By Danté Émile Swarms of angels circle my ripe apple-heart. Moth to a flame, match to the skin, cardinal red. I wear my cloak-like grief...

By Robin Kinzer Her fingers are slithering through the long lilac snakes of my braided hair, when they begin to quiver. She goes still...