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...
by John Findura | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
I told you I saw a red carand the positions we would sit inWhen I said that I was lyingThere was no carand I can’t even pretend our positionsI did see a red stain on the bedin the shape of your mouthWhen you asked me to predict I didThere was a red stain on the...
by Alex Shenstone | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
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...
by Nakia Coleman | Apr 29, 2022 | Issue #4, Issues
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...
