by Ryan Alexander | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
It’s UberEats. It’s super cheap.It’s 3-4-2. It’s just for you.It’s order now. It’s holy cow.It’s extra cheese. It’s hidden fees.It’s corporate culture. It’s awful vultures.It’s Black Lives Matter, so do...
by Dre Hill | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Here are the quiet momentsthe whispering thoughtseatingat your wayward souldevouring your being.Here are the lingering queriescloudingyour sense of directionin a darkening hazesuggesting all that you lack.Here are the patches of darknessthe voids where light...
by Emily Cotman | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
tender palms indulge the weight of my cold silt spiral anchored radiant across timeshe settles and ipulse againonce her eyes well with curves chasms darkness endless she worries her saltwater will dullmy iridescenceoh honeysnug at her chest waves resonate already ate...
by Jeana Jorgensen | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
My heart is a caged, battered thing,a medieval city with two sets of walls,a fortress built from stonesbearing bloody handprints,teary streaks, remindersthat barriers do two things,they exist for a reason,and they come with a cost.For now I bear the bruises,take pride...
by Kaisa Saarinen | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Let me be your little moon,lunar beck, a dionean shipwreck.Take me off your orbit soon -I’ll still dream your hands around my neck. You must be sick of hearing me apologiseso exonerate me, take away my voice.Make a noose for me, I’ll follow through,praying mute and...
by Katelyn Botsford Tucker | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
The night my father died I went to the museum to seeThe Whale.You know the museum? You must know The Whale. Its facsimile hoverssuspended byinvisible strings. It wasmy father‘s favorite.The museum.The Whale.I hate that museum.I hate The Whale. Dizzy, suspended...
