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Five Dreams
by Jason Fiske

Kelly Schirmann

Your Freedom Country
by Emily May

Kelly Schirmann

Glancing around the theatre, I questioned if my comrades in matinee could discern that I was American, that these were the sins of my nation broadcast as a clumsy attempt at morality tale, that Western tourism in Thailand began with entertaining American soldiers during World War II. That I attended the same high school as Oliver Stone, and that this school exists to maintain and perpetuate white privilege and wealth, and acts as a tidy express lane to Wall Street itself. Of course they couldn’t tell, but I tried to make myself smaller in my seat anyway.

Cocaine Barbara Plays Whack-a-Mole with Her Heart
by Anaïs Duplan

Kelly Schirmann

Comments 1

The whole room a hole in the ground getting deeper. She stands up and she says, "Michael, now you listen to me, I've got a feeling to say" and Michael says, "What's that?" and I mean, his eyes are bloodshot, leaking out everywhere, the floor's like a Tarkovsky film, it's covered in water I mean the roof's caving in, the lions are chirpin' outside the window and she looks at him and she says, "Now don't you go playing with my heart, Michael—I've got the feeling and I've got it tonight." Michael says, "Now who's that now?" Barbara looks him in the eye and she dies three times.

by LA Warman

Kelly Schirmann

im really invested in things

          not getting worse

the horizon & the

          sky are the same thing

the water & the sky

          are the same thing

by Richard Wehrenberg, Jr.

Kelly Schirmann

I say No one can be the same

millennial I’ve been alive

for a very long time we all have

stadiums and chanting beg

to differ hurl themselves

on their knees before me

asking if I would please

reconsider [my] sentiment [sic]

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