My grandma spent her first five years in an orphanage My grandmas didn’t have grandmas. I use my tender, silvered fingers to light Frankincense while my grandma Erika labors to die, and my smoldering, grieving lungs inhale big. I use my tender, silvered fingers to light my first cigarette, outside the neighborhood bar and my […]
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My grandma spent her first five years in an orphanage
i love organ donors
by Casey Harloe
i love organ donors echo chambers a hike birth vlogs hour-long mortality podcasts ad-free spiraling in the silent snow white cells my small capacity to process the pixels of this sharpening world sending nerve signals like– I try not to question myself compilations most frantic 911 calls […]
Transcolonial Poem
by hanta t. samsa
As an X-ray of U.S. culture, this micro chapbook reveals the violent interiorities of nature preserves, technological advances, and heteronormative ideals.
Margins | Triptych
by Donna Tang
Margins | Triptych DONNA TANG is a Việt American poet based in Los Angeles, CA. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Watershed Review, Little Patuxent Review, and Cotton Xenomorph.
Lawn, Revisited
by Katherine James
LAWN, REVISITED Everyone’s decided to remodel. Past three orange dumpsters parked at the curb, one house is mid-facelift (new windows, paint job, glossy front door) while another’s backside is being built up, Tyvek covering the yard’s sunny slope. Easier and easier, it seems, to make a cosmetic change, to delight in paint chips and trimmings […]
Self-Portrait with Immortality
by Kurt David
Self-Portrait with Immortality I’m bewildered by anyone eager to live fast given I strenuously object to the idea of dying young. Ask anyone. I hardly drive the speed limit, I have never once drunk a cup of coffee, and I believed my mother when she told me the half-finished cigarette fished out from the bottom […]
Neat Panic
by Julia Mallory
Through photosynthesis and the siren song, these poems are written for an alchemical future, one that calls for ‘a third thing’ beyond records of atrocity and poison.
The Life You Ruin May Be Your Own
by Jeremiah Moriarty
They say this war will be fought in the air but it’s finished in these uninsured teeth and a rage for sweets. I reach for a reason, the unified theory of my own unrealized potential, and maybe it’s no more complicated than believing a lie someone told me about myself. A specialness. Self-made sucker. How […]
automedon with the horses of achilles by henri regnualt is hanging on a blood red wall
by Lip Manegio
in the museum gallery. a woman sits down on the bench gently, says something to another. low enough i can’t hear but it gets a half smile, a soft bloom of chuckle. they have known each other for years i think, as i voyeur the space between their bodies: push and pull, an easy togetherness. […]
Little Divinities
by Sophie Hoss
What does a vessel become when it has nothing to carry?
