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Read MoreOde to the tween summers of the late 1970s Kaila Schwartz __________ the smells of Coppertoneand calamine lotion squeezing lemon juiceon our hair to see ifwe could make natural highlights rushing to get coolby freezing our tonguesthe twin popsicles meltingonto our sticky fingersfrom the rush and the heat the goal…
Read MoreWhen We Lived in Ohio Kate Caraballo __________ When we lived in Ohiowith the white house & bleached sidewalks,leading to libraries & parks & softball gamespast the steepest sledding hillbehind the Methodist church parking lot,where kids would speak wordsmuch too old for them, & exhale smokeonce hidden with the monsters…
Read MoreOne Long Sunday Afternoon of Oblivion Vanessa Blakeslee __________ Dust kicked up from beneath the tires as the unmarked utility van before me abruptly veered to the right, down the gravel lane toward the Scenic Overlook. At first, the many utility and moving vans that kept pulling off of Highway…
Read MoreLetter from the Guest Editor Robbie Hess __________ Happy Pride everyone! I have been struggling all month to write this little letter introducing the Pride issue of Boudin. There is so much going on in the world and in this country right now that I have found it difficult to…
Read MoreLetter from the Editor Vallie Lynn Watson __________ Boudin, in my eyes, represents opportunity. McNeese MFA students have the opportunity to guest edit an issue from start to finish: they craft the CFS, make the selections, build the issue in WordPress, and handle everything in between. With those carefully-chosen calls-for-submission,…
Read MoreUnconditionally Loved Nicole R. Zimmerman __________ My brother believes I was created to find ultimate fulfillment with a Godly man, not a woman. “Many parents of homosexuals embrace their children,” he said one evening at a restaurant in Washington, D.C. “But that’s the wrong way to love them.” Our father,…
Read MoreCracked Nonah Palmer __________ The egg, as a biological entity, is pretty simple to grasp. Families the world over are familiar with it. The humble chicken egg is a staple of breakfast, lunch, dinner, of Easter pageantry, of overhand vandalism and elementary science experiments. The American Egg Board, in the…
Read MoreHow to Knit a Trans-Solidarity Scarf Robbie Gamble __________ I’m a guy who likes to knit. I have a trans daughter, who I love dearly. I started knitting way back in college, to have something creative to occupy my hands, and I’ve enjoyed knitting sweaters and mittens for friends and…
Read MoreBra Lola Willis __________ I turn the remains in my grieving fingers, black satin thinning, dotted by tiny specks of pink lint. He outlived the pronouns you tossed into the mouth of the beast along with the last scratches of your identity: Army-green jacket, bruised guitar, scarf paint-stained, broken phone—what…
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