Comfortable,  Jihyea Jang By the time we’d uncovered the whalebone our legs were already thorned dusted, turning indigo with evening.  The afternoon spent running through the eucalyptus  that hung in the windless air.  Your hands were still balmed with sagebrush,…

On the Edge of the Falls, Sarah Moore An Imagined Theater Scene 1. A woman glides into a bathtub of snow. As her body fills to brim she realizes it is not snow But finely powdered shards of glass. Scene 2.…

facetime, Saber Paustian In ninth grade I made a list of oxymorons. Plastic glasses. Open secret. I reveled in the duality, like holding dark chocolate on my tongue to let the bitterness linger. When I came out, this is where…

Little Architect, Natasha Hirt I.            Mouse   You run from owls and coyotes, the rigorous bum-bum, bum-bum  of the tiny bass drum  rings through your marimba ribcage.  Little rivers of blood and memories  traveling, meandering  through cracks in the bones,  treading through snow  as…

Portrait of a Friend, Noah Bavonese believing my mother’s language sane, I raise my hand. perch bluebird-shy on the edge of a desk too nice to ever feel like mine. ain’t no word mr. whatshisname can flash that I can’t…