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“In the language of tongues I sunbend” Read Temperance Aghamohammadi’s (Temperance) poem, “The Subject Does Not Belong” today: buff.ly/4hWEzvi

“In  the language of tongues      I sunbend” Read Temperance Aghamohammadi’s (<a href="/serxaphym/">Temperance</a>) poem, “The Subject Does Not Belong” today: buff.ly/4hWEzvi
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“She parked herself in front of a poster advertising dentures. A white-haired couple stood hand in hand smiling their false smiles.” Read Habon Jama’s (Habon is away) flash fiction, “The Wounds of the Tongues that Home Could Not Heal,” now: buff.ly/4jZnthS

“She parked herself in front of a poster advertising dentures. A white-haired couple stood hand in hand smiling their false smiles.” Read Habon Jama’s (<a href="/habonjama/">Habon is away</a>) flash fiction, “The Wounds of the Tongues that Home Could Not Heal,” now: buff.ly/4jZnthS
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“She says the words bouncy ball like she’s one of us, as if chanting them in singsong gives infectious pleasure ..." Read Shane Neilson’s (@sneilsonwwh) nonfiction piece, “McDonaldsing into the Future-Death,” today: buff.ly/3QfnzUW

“She says the words bouncy ball like she’s one of us, as if chanting them in singsong gives infectious pleasure ..."   Read Shane Neilson’s (@sneilsonwwh) nonfiction piece, “McDonaldsing into the Future-Death,” today: buff.ly/3QfnzUW
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“My mom called it / your skinny year, like anything returns / to what was.” Read Aimee Seu’s poem, “Zaire,” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/zaire/

“My mom called it / your skinny year, like anything returns / to what was.” Read Aimee Seu’s poem, “Zaire,” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/zaire/
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“The whale was weathered black, seasoned with scars and barnacles. His grooved jaw resembled an unfurled tire.” Read Whitney Collins story, “The Wait,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/the-w…

“The whale was weathered black, seasoned with scars and barnacles. His grooved jaw resembled an unfurled tire.” Read Whitney Collins story, “The Wait,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/the-w…
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“I grieved for the wood that had to be taken against its living / will.” Read Jen Karetnick’s (Jen Karetnick) poem, “Dieback,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/dieba…

“I grieved for the wood that had to be taken against its living / will.” Read Jen Karetnick’s (<a href="/Kavetchnik/">Jen Karetnick</a>) poem, “Dieback,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/dieba…
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“There, in the street, getting shoved slowly backward by a 2-ton car, Jennifer is thinking of all her accomplishments." Read K.A. Polzin’s (K. A. Polzin) flash fiction, “Accomplishments,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/prais… swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/accom…

“There, in the street, getting shoved slowly backward by a 2-ton car, Jennifer is thinking of all her accomplishments." Read K.A. Polzin’s (<a href="/K_A_Polzin/">K. A. Polzin</a>) flash fiction, “Accomplishments,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/prais… swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/accom…
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“Play the game but break the rules.” Read Jeremiah Moriarty’s ( Jeremiah moriarty) poem, “Aubade with Music from Selling Sunset,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/aubad…

“Play the game but break the rules.” Read Jeremiah Moriarty’s ( <a href="/horse_updates/">Jeremiah moriarty</a>)  poem, “Aubade with Music from Selling Sunset,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/aubad…
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“Even now, when her voice no longer rises above a whisper, when her sentences end in a whimper and her eyes pan blankly over her work with no recognition, the house moves on without her anyway.” Read Gabi Ragazzi’s nonfiction piece, “Grajaú," today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/graja…

“Even now, when her voice no longer rises above a whisper, when her sentences end in a whimper and her eyes pan blankly over her work with no recognition, the house moves on without her anyway.” Read Gabi Ragazzi’s nonfiction piece, “Grajaú," today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/graja…
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“I wear that bug with a hinge to sting / scraps.” Read Annie Marie Rooney’s poem, “Power Loom,” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/power…

“I wear that bug with a hinge to sting / scraps.” Read Annie Marie Rooney’s poem, “Power Loom,” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/power…
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“She learned that the woman with the dark bangs and the cigarette was Elif, and she was from Turkey..." Read Blair Hurley’s (bhurley) story, “The Grown-Up Hour,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/the-g…

“She learned that the woman with the dark bangs and the cigarette was Elif, and she was from Turkey..."  Read Blair Hurley’s (<a href="/blairhurley/">bhurley</a>) story, “The Grown-Up Hour,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/the-g…
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“How many toes does mercy have?” Read Karen Sherk Chio’s (@ksherchio) poem, “Pantoum Post Two C-sections and a Stillbirth,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/panto…

“How many toes does mercy have?” Read Karen Sherk Chio’s (@ksherchio) poem, “Pantoum Post Two C-sections and a Stillbirth,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/panto…
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“The sky, which ought to be blue this time of year, is off-white, like back in spring when there was all that smoke.” Read Laura Cruser’s flash fiction, “Angel Soft,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/angel…

“The sky, which ought to be blue this time of year, is off-white, like back in spring when there was all that smoke.” Read Laura Cruser’s flash fiction, “Angel Soft,” now: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/angel…
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“We slip into / the green as easy as light / on your wrist.” Read Kinsale Drake’s (@kinsaledrake) poem, “In the season of the Aurora Borealis,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/in-th…

“We slip into / the green as easy as light / on your wrist.” Read Kinsale Drake’s (@kinsaledrake) poem, “In the season of the Aurora Borealis,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/in-th…
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“On the first floor our mother removed the interior walls: vertical beams, salvaged from a collapsed barn, demarcated the rooms.” Read Emily Carlson’s nonfiction piece, “It Reminded me of Something,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/it-re…

“On the first floor our mother removed the interior walls: vertical beams, salvaged from a collapsed barn, demarcated the rooms.” Read Emily Carlson’s nonfiction piece, “It Reminded me of Something,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/it-re…
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“You leave, the ghosts breathed. We all do.” Read Angie Macri’s poem, “Close at Hand” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/close…

“You leave, the ghosts breathed. We all do.” Read Angie Macri’s poem, “Close at Hand” and other work today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/close…
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“Carry me home in the reusable mesh bag of my devotion.” Read Rob Macaisa Colgate’s (rob macaisa colgate 🇵🇸🍉) poem, “Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/our-l…

“Carry me home in the reusable mesh bag of my devotion.” Read Rob Macaisa Colgate’s (<a href="/robcolgate/">rob macaisa colgate 🇵🇸🍉</a>) poem, “Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt,” today: swamp-pink.charleston.edu/featured/our-l…