Poetry, CNF, and Graphic Essays.

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Akiva Savett

Splinters Dad’s gonna boil a needle, poke your hand until it bleeds clean. Lisa asks if I want to count stars after dinner. I am bored with it because...

Cassandra de Alba

End Times Fatigue All anyone wants to read aboutis the apocalypse and I am sickof it already. AlreadyI am disinterestedin the things out of my...

Catharine Lucas

MORE I start the wash feed the dog clear the phone take in the mail But And Knowing I have left you there wanting more is a song writing itself in my smallest bones Catharine...

Melanie Dunbar

Me, First Even the buzzards are beautiful in this slant light, underwings backlit by the sun The boat launch is deserted just me on a picnic table under...

Bonnie Auslander

To Miss Eyre At noon we looked past the hedges of dappled light and saw a wedding dress travelling from the pocket of your cloak. All toy loveliness, apple blossoms stormed...

Janet MacFadyen

Dazzle Down to the baths of gold, towards the shoalsof the sea, the breakers so far and yetso visible. Past the spray of black palm...

Letter from the Editor

1. It’s summer. I keep trying to let myself feel the joy those words brought me when I was a kid, to let myself...

Laurie Rachkus Uttich

Bereft (Of) You stood at the shore sobbing, a young man maybe twenty, your shoulders shaking as you bent at the waist. I saw you...

Amy Yelin

Collaborators Her hand is on my arm. It’s not a light touch, but more a gentle grip, a weight upon the area just above my...

Joey Franklin

Cool Enough, For the Moment It was the spring of my senior year in high school, and my friends and I were so desperately cool...

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