Category: QSL
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Violent Calm
Written by Noah LaPointe The dark raw of a cleft lip puckers and gapes like a bloody bruise in the cement of a city by the bay. Water that is brackish and torn dull by the flow of excrement swirls down, down, downward into the mouth, gurgling like a squirming…
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M4OL
Written by Anne Calonico This weekend was my first time in Washington D.C., the place at the heart of American history. I looked for history in the old brownstone buildings of Georgetown. I looked for history in fragile paper documents, illuminated underneath glass cases. I looked for history in the…
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The Stations of the Writing Process
Pilate condemns Jesus to die Have you heard of the Muse? The Muse sprinkles the fairy dust of literature over your writer brain. An idea is birthed from said writer brain Zeus-style. When that idea sits in your head, it is always, without fail, the greatest idea you have ever…
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A Guide to Self-Love and Boxed Mac and Cheese
Acceptance truly is the first step. If you’ve reached the point in the day/week/month where you’re opening that flimsy cardboard box of rattling dried noodles, you know you’ve already had a rough time. So set the water to boil and stop beating yourself up. If you can’t think anything nice,…
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#FuckBetsy
Last month, Betsy “What Are Student Loans” DeVos decided to take a quick break from defunding public schools and discriminating against LGBTQ+ kids in order to fuck over survivors of sexual assault. In 2011, when we had a competent president, the Office for Civil Rights released the “Dear Colleague” letter.…
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Kneedful Things
NOTE: This article contains graphic images of a surgery in progress. I was laying on the operating bed in an ice cold operating room draped in medical skivvies. There was no fanfare from the doctors preparing to cut open my knee. I didn’t feel any heart pounding fear as I…
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Psychopath Bait
I am psychopath bait. No matter where I go in life, there always seems to be one waiting for me. Waiting to beat me down or break off a little bit more of me for themselves. The worst part is that despite all the warning signs I keep falling for it.…
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The Lakehouse
When I was three years old, a family friend helped us drive our aging camper down the pitted driveway while I sat in the front seat with my mother, watching the tree branches reach out toward the glass of the windows in the eerie yellow light of headlights. We settled…
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The Holy Day the Day We Made For God
We see red cardinals mostly in the winter when they’re the only thing that’s not white on the back porch bird feeder. They are bright, blood on white, red lipstick for the first time on a fair face like Emma Stone. Female cardinals have a duller brown color, with tails and…
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Psych Ward
Written by Ellen Oppenheim Art by Peter Moore I counted each ceiling tile in my head. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I got to twenty and then Shauna starting screaming. I looked over, irritated, then lost my place and had to start over. Fucking Shauna, I thought. I was interrupted…
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