How I Lived

Short Story by Noah Towbin Stage IIIB breast cancer. That’s how I died. Now, let me tell you how I lived. I was born on September 23, 1968 to a reasonably poor family of migrant farmworkers. We would move with the seasons, sequestering ourselves in the South during the chilling reign of winter and following […]

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Lost Youth

Poetry by Gina Crespo Cardinals and mockingbirds perch  on the dense bark of an orchid tree. The one outside my childhood window. The one that left me bruised  like decomposing mangoes  in the springtime sun  or featherless birds displaced  from their nest.  Crumpled pages covered in smiley faces  and crude butterflies lay next to worn […]

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Short Story: The Dilation and Constriction of Time

Story by Vivianne Wagner, Illustration by Grace Dooley Isn’t it astounding how some moments seem to drag on forever, while others appear to end immediately? It’s as if time moves on a dilation continuum, sometimes zooming in and blowing up moments in intricate, excruciating detail, other times zooming out into the distant regions of irrelevance. […]

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Ear to the Ground

Story by Derek Pena, Featured Illustration from Pinterest As the police cruiser pulled away from where I sat on a bench, I observed the bedlam of a neighborhood around me in the early morning gloom. There was a group of children racing across the street, kicking a dented can amongst each other. The house across […]

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Beautiful, Sweaty Gainesville

Story by Michael Dorsey I am a third-year student here at the University of Florida. I think that means I’m meant to have more experience and more readiness for post-grad life than, say, a freshman. I am certain I possess neither. But I do know Gainesville—or as my friends refer to it, the “G-Spot”—pretty well.  […]

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Midterm All-Nighter: A Poem

Poetry By Angie Chirino out onto her chest, dripping into the quiet room with blank walls the size of cupboards, silk-screen thin and yellowed under sticky tape residue and flickering lights. The phone beside her lights up in white and drops out a shrill screech—her eyes stick to the screen as she blankly paws to […]

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In Time

Poetry by Samantha Chery I’m always looking to the future. I long for the days when I am living my dreams and not just chasing them.  It gets exhausting having to wake up early and stay up late to do things that I’m passionate about. But if everything goes right, it’s all supposed to pay […]

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