by Ieva Dapkevicius | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
August, and the days seep into dark sand.Hems of lace trail behind each wavethat retreats from the shore, identical,unnumbered.Bramble-month! My thoughts blackenfrom red to ripe to rot amidst your thorns.Dawn arrives wrapped in shawlsof spider-silk fog beaded with...
by Damon Stanley | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
After the sculpture by Cleber “Lobo” Machado. Angels, all pistons and ironwork,descending a ladder in unison — it is 4,000 A.D.and distinctions between persons troubleand fade, as, on the way up, one learnedto make distinctions, what it meansto multiply.Once, we...
by Damon Stanley | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
its contours at meetpointsin disarray. Carried off? Delicately,“transported.” The comte d’Angivillerdescribed a prison as a lemniscate,a guard calling out, “Houston, Damon Stanley lives in Columbus, Ohio and has a website at damonstanley.com.
by Leela Raj-Sankar | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
after Olivia Muenz Welcome in. Close the door behind you please. I’d like it if you took off your shoes. I just had this carpet cleaned. Last week. Welcome in. This is what will win me the Pulitzer. This is my brain. On calculus. Or on music. You can decide. Both...
by Jason Kahler | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
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...
by Leela Raj-Sankar | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
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...
