Raspberry Vapor
Fever Dream, Emily Lawson I met a woman early August,across her skin I felt tearful years.It was written on her stomach and thighs. A burning wish fired from her own tongue: “Loving arms and a pulse to be alive.” Breathing in…
Day: March 7, 2022
Corona and Therapy
Dusk in the City of Angels, AJ Favorito i step into a massage chair designated for patients one man is distant enough we stare into each other as plastic balls knead my shoulders into tenderloin i make that disgusting enjoyment…
Sisters
Precious, Rose Horell TW: Child Abuse I. “Do you think I’d look good as a blonde?” I ask my sister Cassandria as we sit in parallel spa chairs at Grace’s Nail Salon. Toes tied in tissue to prevent us from smudging…
while a professor pores over the enlightenment
Cotton Candy Woman, Kiara Florez funny, isn’t it that Eve bit into knowledge and all of my citations slither their way back to sons of Adam funny, isn’t it that we bore the brunt of it ate too much, too…
I’ll Keep Checking
The Unexpected, by Anastassiya Selezneva Data Transition 40233-22 Unpacking… World Jumper Yaniess, It has been over 30 local solar days since your last check in. I have not had any contact with the other Vigil AI’s, including from…
The First Philosopher
Dorothy, Ciera Land novel is new, but The Novel is not. Poesis. Poesie? Poetry! Glass shatters, I escape God. Forget the Book, I want to create, to produce something new– What is new? God isn’t new. And neither is equating…
The Lady of the Butterflies
Flutter, Savanah Tebeau-Sherry The slow heat of summer was just beginning to roll in when the Lady arrived in Kittery. Our town was small so everyone, especially us kids, noticed when the low cabin in the middle of the woods —…
National Holiday and a Parade
Untitled, Robert McGrady परदादा in the veranda. White kurta, square glasses. Sitting in the giant of a rocking chair his father had graced before him. Every time we would return, we could see him from the driveway, right where we…
Hypnopompia
A Clarifying Moment, Alyssa Noel Hypnopompia The first thing I want in the morning is more time. Time for more sleep, time for all the things I want to do that day, time to write, time to eat more than…
The Way to a Chinese Daughter’s Heart
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Imagine clouds salting wildfiresshaped like spicy tofu. The girl I love stirs incense into Taiwanese films.Spreads it over my eyes. So why did we sneak into a Buddhist temple—I was raised Christian, after all.In this dream, we’ve got…
If I Wanted
Haku, Anna Hiltner it to rain all the time I would move to Southeast Alaska and live in Wrangell where I would wear True Tuf rubber boots and call them tennis shoes while watching Orca cavort in Zimovia Strait and…
Lonely Winter
We Live, We Die, We Live Again, Ari Reyes It’s the sound of a basketball against pavement that stirs me from the kitchen table Saturday morning. By the time Alex, my brother, comes downstairs after a night of video gaming and…
The Adventures of Cyber Ant and Zarena
Behaviorism, Arjun Saatia TW: Domestic Violence, Drug Abuse I loved when my father explained his tattoos to me. I’d stare wide-eyed and mystified at the letters scrawling across his skin, the images of little ink men battling…
When I Was Six
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright TW: Childhood Trauma When I was six, my mother made an elegy out of stitched pictures punctured straight through the cork board in our front hallway hanging beneath the sign that read “For I Know The Plans…
The Moon and the Sky
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis “‘Sky’ is now synonymous with ‘bowling alley carpet,’,” says the Announcer, somehow crystal clear inside my mind. Thanks, I think, and I can feel their acknowledgement. I go back to what I was doing before being…
From The Unqualified Critic
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt this counts as artistry to the roadkill generation – a few synonyms for sadness stapled together with a metaphor that’s easy to digest & some pretty line spacing the writers try…
Clean & Pretty
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats TW: Eating Disorder The women of Mitski’s songs are dirty. Their rooms are a mess. Their bodies run lawless.…
Recipes
Skyhopping, Alessia Potovsky Something about the hissing of the onions, scallions, garlic, and country pepper no – scotch bonnet, it’s scotch bonnet pepper here. Something about the hissing of the onions, scallions, garlic, and scotch bonnet pepper in the pot on…