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Rachael Crosbie reads an excerpt from "Hauntology as a Fish Market or a Shower", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

12/26/2021

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Dzikamayi Chando reads an excerpt from "Abdication", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

12/24/2021

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Josephine Wu reads an excerpt from "ankle-deep", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

12/16/2021

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Rodney Wilder reads an excerpt from "Firstfruits", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

12/7/2021

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Lorelei Bacht reads an excerpt from "A Little Night Music", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

11/3/2021

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CWs for the poem: ethnic oppression, ghettoisation, racist cliches, witchcraft, sexual violence
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Sarah E. Azizi reads an excerpt from "On the Job", now available in Wrongdoing's second issue

10/28/2021

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Summer Hammond reads an excerpt from "Disfellowshipped", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's second issue

10/15/2021

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“My mother was baptized and raised in the Catholic church. Her miscarriage had struck when the nursery was already painted, a mural she’d done by hand, redbuds and dogwoods, the trees that sequined the Ozarks in spring, and made April my mother’s favorite month. In her grief, she’d sought solace from her priest. She’d asked him, “Is my baby girl in heaven?” And received the unwelcome revelation that April Ann’s small, unbaptized soul was stuck in Limbo. My mother said that's when the nightmares began. Her baby girl trying to slither under a smoldering steel bar held aloft by grinning demons, set lower and lower still. Her baby girl weeping and wailing, inconsolable, trying to get under that bar without touching it, the bar bursting into flames, the demons laughing, and Mom couldn’t reach her, couldn’t rescue her, and there was no God.”

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Akira Ritos reads an excerpt from "candy red apple zippo", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's second issue

10/13/2021

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“my father is perched on our staircase, arm leaning against the walls. he is lazy, drowsy in his movements and eye-crust dotted on the bridge of his nose. i linger by the fridge, intrigued as he tells me of his time spent in saudi arabia, when the old sun was burning his body and a cig was permanently plastered in his index and middle fingers for hours on end. my father drawls out that he spent his pay on packs each day, smoking till something in his heart gave, whether it was a beat, a sputter, an ache, the ashes piled together to fill the spaces in his empty home.”
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Jade Liu reads an excerpt from "Letters to Nabokov", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's second issue

10/11/2021

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Somewhere in America, a butterfly is flying. You would love it
staggered with daylight, a white-rimmed forewing held in provocation
to the wind. See, you would know those greying blue cells
mean vulnerability. You take a few home anyway. On paper sheets
you spread the paralyzed body and sketch every vestigial vein and thrust
the thinnest pin through the crackling thorax. Dedicate it to Véra.
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Mim Murrells reads an excerpt from "The Equation, or for External Use Only", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's second issue

10/8/2021

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"The question is in the pleasure,
and why stomata become stigmata.

The problem is in where there ought to be girl-meat,
where there is instead a past-life seed,
where I am hung drawn and quartered
suspended pregnant with the world,
never to come to term.
It does not go away."
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Jonathan Louis Duckworth reads an excerpt from "Black Rose Immortal", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

7/21/2021

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Tryn Brown reads an excerpt from "A Confessional", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

7/13/2021

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It took what it wanted. The adornment, the silken
White dress, the rounds of staled flesh plucked
From the outside. The relic, enshrined in gold or
Enamel, bones lent for salvation efforts wrapped in

My own hands. Morning star,
Be my derivative on earth. Tell me
The calcium scattered across
Your structure exploded from the
Curved cage in my chest.

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David Hanlon reads an excerpt from "On Opening Up", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

7/3/2021

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Your heart is a half-open window.
Outside:
rain slashing,
wind-tickled trees rustle,
bats rip-soar,
shredding the night sky:
black flashes illuminated by streetlamp glare,
they dart in unpredictable directions
above an overgrown garden,
a washing line dotted with unused pegs.

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Anita Cantillo reads an excerpt from "Origin Song", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

6/28/2021

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Becki Hawkes reads an excerpt from "Apple Lover", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

6/24/2021

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My favourite kind of apple? I place my palm
against your hair, press until both of us are anointed
with apple, crushed close, held


by the scent of the green apple
shampoo you started using
after I told you how the right apple


can throw you off completely, burst new buds
in your mouth, make you bleed, sweat, pray
for each torn crisp hit of sugar, squeezed out

by your very own teeth. I love
the hand-sized promise of them. I love Braeburn, Jazz,
Granny Smith. I once saw five Red Admirals, wings vivid as hearts

drink from the same fallen Bramley,
saw their long tongues, dreamed I could feast too


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Jake McAuliffe reads an excerpt from, "and what of the moth", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

6/20/2021

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When I first joined the queue, the hall bounced with hurried music. The tempo quickened my heart. I tossed my shoulders like I was renting the joints. In the queue, we had young punks wearing the velvet cordons like sashes, the even-younger-again punks looking for more cordons to copy them with, the shisha smokers who unfurled, built, and then unbuilt the bronze smokey goliath each time the queue progressed until they stopped queuing altogether and set up shop, we had the sand-shedding surfers inconvenienced to be out of their wetsuits and drysuits, like skin was a thin burden compared to wearable rubber, we had helpings of this and that, and it was all very funny and ironic, like we were all queuing with a collective sneer. I made a friend, my queue-neighbour––Laz––who had peculiar opinions on birdsongs. She said they were threats veiled in music. The punks liked that idea so much they serenaded the queue-skippers. We had drugs and the queue moved along okay during the highs. We were on the way to the thing.

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Kat Ordiway reads an excerpt from "The High Priestess", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

6/15/2021

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Then, I loved Miranda in the fierce, aching way a girl can only experience in high school and shortly thereafter. She was all that I had, and yet she had become foreign to me.

We had been so quiet together as students, floating around the school in our matching plaid skirts and vests, never turning a head or catching an eye. We had each other and only each other, and when you are two, there is no need to be boisterous or to attract attention. But here she was, stopping in the middle of crossing a street to clutch her chest and inhale in wet, jagged gasps. Here she was, crying out while we walked in the park, making all of my former classmates turn their heads. Once, when we were sitting in my bedroom, she collapsed on my desk then slid to the floor, dragging all my textbooks with her. I was positive she’d stopped breathing, and in the second before I dialed 911 her eyes flew open and she screamed, “a noose in the night.”

I didn’t know what to do with her. We were only children, there was no younger, pestering sibling in which I could confide; her mother, with her tattooed eyeliner and over-tweezed brows, had always made me nervous. When people approached Miranda, asking if she ever saw them in her visions, I wanted to shed her and to get away from home as soon as possible. But when she crawled into bed with me, her hot form against my back, I felt a thread attach us again and again.


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S. Preston Duncan reads an excerpt from "Love[sic]", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/30/2021

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Lindz McLeod reads an excerpt from "Heavenly Bodies", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/26/2021

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Even now, the palm of her left hand tingles in the presence of the celestial body, and a thick band of red, raised flesh on her thigh tells the tragic story of her first adventures in love. Flew too close, she thinks, too bloody close, and can feel her mouth water even in this arid, shimmering atmosphere.

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Joanna keeps the sun in the basement now, because it's too bright for the spare room. There's still daylight outside because it's a sun, not the sun; not her sun, but her sun—captured neat as you please when the little bastard came down to graze on the night meadows. They're slippery, not easily held in a net or cage; weaving like mercury to reform into human shape later. She'd had to buy special gloves too, a special rope, a heat-proof blanket to wrap it in. Black market stuff.
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Calia Jane Mayfield reads an excerpt from "my hands sit on my throat when i try and remember my name", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/22/2021

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Brooke Kolcow reads an excerpt from "Eat Your Heart Out", now available in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/17/2021

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Sunny Vuong reads an excerpt from "Silent Blooms: A Cottagecore Horror Pick Your Own Adventure", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/13/2021

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When the sun sets and paints the sky into a dulcet pink, the hue is a bit off. Just by a fraction, you think, so miniscule that you might be making too much of it. But the sky looks like it’s melting into an unnatural wax, and the cicadas—they’re loud. They’re *always* loud anywhere, but at night, you think maybe you’re just imagining it when their song sounds just a pitch higher than it should.

The locals don’t say anything when you ask. They smile good naturedly, and ask if the deer are giving you any trouble. The deer do get a bit territorial this time of year, yes. Tourists have problems with them. You decide it’s better not to mention that you’ve never seen them eating grass.


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Lindsay Hargrave reads an excerpt from "paragloria (Judgment)", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/8/2021

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Your hills have been burning for
centuries. Rise! Open your
eyes and feast your bare guts on
a white sun molting to
black dwarf beginning at
wildfire sunsets.

Rise rise rise and
draw up a tub for next life’s
bloodletting. You could live in a moon
colony. Find out which friends were
imposters all along and invent
new ones. Finish scrapbooking.
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Ọbáfẹ́mi Thanni reads an excerpt from "Silence", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/4/2021

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TW: suicide, self-harm
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Amy J reads an excerpt from "The Temple Yields Like a Lamb", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue

5/1/2021

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God says when i encounter a lion i must fold / myself under him & i’m like ok big guy as if but i do & i leave / a lily on the tabletop so the viewer sensing / my absence in the photograph will know where to look for me. God says fold / & i say into how many halves? a fragile / leafpaste slivering itself. God says be good but i’m worsted; i’ll only walk / barefoot when you lay your palms on the ground
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