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New Square Literary Magazine
New Square publishes annually each December.
For back issues and to submit, contact newsquarelit@gmail.com.
Spring 2020
Why the Music of the Grateful Dead is Needed Now More than Ever
Brendan Casey The last couple of months have been turbulent to say the least. To make a very long story short: The COVID-19 outbreak has...
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Sep 13, 20203 min read
Mountain Jam: An Epic of Life and Death
Kevin Carr Haunting and beautiful. Though soon to be repetitive and perhaps obnoxious, haunting and beautiful are the perfect words to...
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Sep 13, 20208 min read
Poems I wrote when I thought I’d never see you again
For Jeff Michelle Orabona 1 Do you remember that time? hours after breakfast when you were a white, middle class child stuck at the mall...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
Eden
Natalie Baliker Applause is a dull roar, muffled by their disbelief. I feel their hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, down into a box...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
Light
Akaiser as a feather, but this light poem will not be of weight, lightly as it goes, it will be of luminosity light in a city that never...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
How To Write a Poem Without Using “I”
Mathieson Byer How To Write a Poem Without Using “I” 1. Remember what the pillows looked like before, ask why it smells like there,...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
breezy
Iris Ouellette when you hit the tree I wonder if you knew you were dying did you feel your body breaking, blood, muscle, and bone ground...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
Poem
Kayla Simon So I’ve something to share with you; to be precise, I’ve produced a poem. Look, I’ve labored over my letters, diligently...
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Sep 13, 20202 min read
Home Bound
Maxwell McKeon And when the breeze drifted through the alleyways and swayed the leaves so gently, Conversation moved like hill song...
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
In Future Gardens
Rose Malone We’ll need to wear white burqas To work the dream gardens. We’ll cup our hands to funnel Monsoons to the heart of our lives....
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Sep 13, 20201 min read
Invisible Ink, The Social Cost of Carbon
Risa Lewis Magic runs in the veins of all New Englanders— our dull stares as we overtake you on the sidewalk may leave you unconvinced,...
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Sep 13, 20203 min read
My Little Phony
Elizabeth Boudreau There are two critical facts you must know about me. Firstly, I exist in a constant state of longing for attention....
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Sep 13, 202013 min read
Where the Shadow Ends - Chapter 1
Eri Lauer He walked out onto the balcony of the hotel room, and leaned against the metal railing. He was a tall and slender individual...
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Sep 13, 202011 min read
Looking for Mushrooms
Rose Malone ‘The field below is white with mushrooms’, the great-aunts said, over the heads of the children, during the evening meal. The...
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Sep 13, 20208 min read
Walking the Line
Jim Schepker As he edged sideways along the wire fence, just inches above the recent snowfall, Chase was careful to keep his footing. A...
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Sep 13, 20204 min read
hagiography
Harry Lowther I can’t get my hair how I want it. An endless cycle of wetting and drying again frustrates me until I give up and cover it...
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Sep 13, 20206 min read
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