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Run

My mother told me that as soon as my brother and I could run, we were headed for the street. We’d toddle on our little feet out the front door and towards roads that sounded like rushing ocean waves. Or at least, I would, my mother sprinting behind me with one eye towards my brother […]

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Interview: Charlotte Hamrick

Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry, prose, and photography has been published in The Rumpus, Literary Orphans, Connotation Press, Eunoia Review, and numerous other journals. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and was a Finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize for her Creative Non-Fiction. Currently, she serves as the Creative Nonfiction Editor for Barren Magazine. She lives in New Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets.

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Review: Candy Cigarette

16 is sacrifice. Serpents seek skin. Sequestration a season, and then they begin — reptilian gazes, demon enchantment, sheepskin, diabolists who crave consumption within. You are an entrance. Composition is doors, all orifices, indefensible pores. – From “An Entrance is Not an Exit” In her latest full-length collection, Candy Cigarette: Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press, […]

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Interview: Andrea Lambert

Andrea Lambert was kind enough to answer a few questions about creative process as part of the Luna Speaks Interview Series. Andrea Lambert is the author of Jet Set Desolate, Lorazepam & the Valley of Skin: Extrapolations on Los Angeles, and the chapbooks G(u)ilt and Lexapro Diary. Their writing has appeared in Luna Luna, OCCULUM, […]

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Kick

I’d complain it’s too hot             But I know you                  and you would tell me that your skin was practically peeling off the             bone             yesterday. And you wouldn’t remember the metal sign with the dachshund cut out                         in curly q’s that marked the entrance to the hideout where I am sweating into […]

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Feet

The puddles that formed in my husband and I’s backyard after a rain smelled different than the ones outside Sarah’s. I loved the way it felt to be drenched standing in front of her downtown one-bedroom, flirting with the rapid waters of brown arroyos, angry that they must twist and turn through oil slick streets […]

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