Precarious Weather
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson The day I call the day my hair fell out, no hair actually fell out. Several bouquets simply gave with a small tug, and slipped my mind like thoughts. This wasn’t picking – the mud…
Month: August 2022
Fox Studies
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats On the day that Miles turns into a fox, I wake up sneezing. I lay curled on my side, facing…
Reminiscing in the Land of Maple Syrup
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter I was scared, that day. The last time I had been scared in that house was when I was seven, and my big sister and I were sleeping over; but a thunderstorm woke me…
Refrigerator Door
Dancer, Rose Horell and I can’t stop thinking about how I’ve gotten so used to doing everything alone. so when I reached into the fridge for a dozen eggs for the week with my right leg out to catch a door…
The Planets Move Without My Consent
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Morning consists of showering the body, donning the clothing, assembling the self. I wrestle into a tee shirt, and oftentimes a collared shirt atop it, a sweater, a jacket. I like things that cover my neck.…
The Churchyard Yew
Catacombes de Paris, Elle Griffiths Granny always told me that the yew is the tree of death, and that I should never go under it. In college I learned that every single part of the yew, except for the skin…
ABC Haibun
Gas Station, Oscar Zenteno I was born in the room where my mother ate her first hamburger, the room where my father sat at her bedside, licking every crumb off her collarbone—where, years later, we hung fish-shaped lanterns on the…
The Day It Happened
This Ain’t Belle’s Rose, Adriana Barker There came a winter that was not a winter, but the winter—the winter for which all the other winters had been waiting. The temperatures dropped to levels that broke every record and threatened to shatter…
Entropy & the Irrefutable Nonsense of Being
Immersed, Abigail Nasari “The people or countries that seem to have the highest happiness index seem to embrace the chaos of being human, meaning they don’t pretend that life is anything other than chaotic and random.” -Andrew French BestFriend is…
The Nature of Time
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt It rises And falls Like breath Between whispers It twists Turns upon itself forever always will it swallow itself moment gorging on moment A snake eating its own tail turning always to consume. About…
complex / complexion / complexity
Opulent, Taharah Islam embodied stories pass me on the sidewalk & my head is a balloon / floating above / but I still cannot see through skulls to the thoughts & narratives inside / from my inflated position / I suffer…
Love Language
Precious, Rose Horell No one stays in Calcutta, India forever. Scan the headlines of the nearest copy of Calcutta Times or The Telegraph and you’ll almost certainly find an op-ed lamenting the brain drain. The education minister’s desperation is palpable…
The Pufferfish Limerick
Demonology, Jack Hoye There once was a man from Nantucket Who ate a pufferfish straight from a bucket. He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin, “The tetrodotoxin from this fish will bind to my voltage-gated sodium channels,…
Wild, Rough Blue
Haku, Anna Hiltner My sister and I grew up between golden hills that glared against the rough blue sky of Tahoe country. Mom and Dad sat us down in a too-small, too-expensive California home to tell us we were moving…
Elise
Rose-Covered Glasses, Margaret Wright I know her like she’s mine. Little sister, little child, little rhyme. We float in the gray-between; one of my hands holds her as a sister while the other tucks her to sleep, maternal lullabies and…