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by Kayla Pongrac

Whistling The train's whistling somewhere far away, somewhere quite far away, and it reminds me of the time you pulled my hair back and whispered into my ear— your loud whistle of a voice, the comfort I felt looking out the window of your thoughts wherever you were going, I felt as if I had gone.

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After the Pause: Winter 2014  

The inaugural issue of After the Pause features experimental poetry, flash fiction, and visual art created by 39 artists from around the Uni...

After the Pause: Winter 2014  

The inaugural issue of After the Pause features experimental poetry, flash fiction, and visual art created by 39 artists from around the Uni...

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