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Category: Issue #4

On Autumn

Jason Kahler 1. Along the fences the men wear camouflage like fashion. Old wagon wheels lean against the posts and fleck white paint. Buckets of carrots for the deer. I like the jerky that hangs in plastic bags from pegs across the front of each general store along M-61, the salt and the smoke, not […]

Featherweight Champion of the Year

Leela Raj-Sankar I bruise at loud noises. The skin around my nailsis an ugly, vicious purple. It takes the slightest breezeto send me stumbling. When I raise my wrist tomy lips, my pulse leaks out and settles stickybetween my front teeth. I’m less worried about decaythan I am about the silence that accompanies it.The spaces […]

Red, Black, Yellow

John Findura I told you I saw a red carand the positions we would sit in When I said that I was lying There was no carand I can’t even pretend our positions I did see a red stain on the bedin the shape of your mouth When you asked me to predict I didThere […]

Aristocracy Brings Castastrophe

Alex Shenstone Aristocracy brings catastrophe.Decadent, echoing fame guides herinto jeopardy.Kestrals lie molested nearby,organs painted quaintly red.She, this unhinged,violently wiltingXyris—yearns zealotry. Alex Shenstone (He/Him) is a trans UK university student who spends most of his time on multiple streaming services. He also adores the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and is set this year to complete a Creative […]

fortune teller

Nakia Coleman tea leaves are livingthe steamreminds the sensesthere’s more to heat,that there is flavor in the way we burn Nakia Coleman is a poet trying to find the delicate balance between real living and real life. She currently spends her days writing contracts and nights writing poetry.

Calefaction: Episodes

Galia Admoni I Spring has re-greened the grey of winter.Pockets of weeds spring up through cracks in pavements.The heat is oppressive for this time of year. Sometimes I walk this street and can’t remember why.Congested bin bags spill their entrails.Ahead, a cat considers an old juice carton.Palimpsests of leavespool into hideaways at the foot of […]

Daily Meditation

Byron Wilson I tiptoe to the livingRoom in wool socksI set out last nightThey muffle stepsBetter than cottonWhile my wife and children sleep Of courseI love my family But this dark before dawn This solitude This peace Byron Wilson lives with his wife and three dogs in Oregon and is currently a full-time marketing copywriter […]

Without

Bongani Zungu/Singular Poet The electricity of ears, gnawing.A field finds fur crawled flat byparalyzed tails, by those laidopen; who knew of webbed-feetfear, tinted metallic-red and rodenttrots in the shallows.By bones, broken bare in the bellyborn so old; and lostfor the lust of Chenuzi.The swallowed eye turned in a circle.A gobble jeopardized jaws,as rattles of tail […]

We Make Ourselves better Than Our Parents

Melissa Owens We make ourselves better than our parents. We grow up and leave home. We go far away and try to find the places where our parents have never been, and do the things our parents have never done. We travel to countries they never travelled to, and learn languages whose words never passed their lips. We call […]

to write you

Elizabeth Ellson “How is your heart?”Which, I swear, is a way to say I love you.Reginald Dwayne Betts i have been waiting to write youtill there were words concrete enoughto welcome my hand to writeall day i will stare at wordsand all day i will think of youwhat you would make of these arrangementsi will […]