Testament
Poetry, Meagan Tam I swear to God I’ve always known. Sun setting, clay setting into certainties, parts of my heart whose names I can’t...
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samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Forgotten Pixie
Photography, Ella Odell i'm not entirely sure if i will ever be whole again there are moments in time when i feel a rush of life consume...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Gossamer
Poetry, Kiersten Czuwala Tears, to rivers Water, to wine Me, like an iris cut of Kali’s flesh and a pupil dilating into a deathless...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Open-Wound Girl
Sculpture, Nikita Azevedo “Cut me open and the light streams out. Stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches” ―...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Guilt and Devotion
Photography, Fernanda Armada My photos for Same Faces usually start from a song, a lyric or a phrase that comes to my mind with the...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Dissecting a Lyre
Poetry, Varnika Thukral A museum of seven plinths beneathe And an arrow stretching its arms, Yawning in these halls of a wooden box In...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Farewell Communion
Poetry, Catherine Stump Hallowed be thy shame of a downturned lip, that little quiver of a line so often crossed. Said I spoke of you...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
when the church elders found out my son had a shining star in his forehead
Poetry, Jessamyn Duckwall they gave him acid & everyone wore white. they took him to a theater to watch someone pretend to die onstage....
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Love in the Land of Shadows
Poetry, Frankie Balzano I. Sadie, I follow you through the gloom of the endless wood where the waning Moon leers down like She knows this...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
Contemplations,
Poetry, Jonay Sutton My dear friend scoffed when Emerson said: “Nature always wears the colors of the spirit” and she wishes to strike...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
9, 10, Never Sleep Again
Nonfiction, Brittany Ashley Of the eleven protection practices I could find on the internet to ward against mares, I have tried maybe...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
There's a Certain Slant of Light
Fiction, Lauren Lagasse There’s a certain slant of light in winter afternoons. It hits the oak floor and pools, seeping into the grain of...
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- Mar 10
The Cross of Women
Poetry, Catherine Cronin In memory of Nan There’s a version of you under Clery’s clock where the path beneath your feet runs off the...
samefacescollective
- Mar 10
In the Time of Drought
Creative Nonfiction, Kiersten Czuwala I once encountered a forty-foot cross somewhere in the panhandle of Texas. We had emerged midday...
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- Mar 10
Devil Never Gets Cold
Fiction, Georgia Howe Tilde was nine years old when the Devil first visited her. It was winter, and breath and woodfire smoke clouded in...
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