Gwydion Miller
Geraldine, Tara Piscatelli I’m thinking about those girls again— the ones who painted watch faces to glow in the dark tapering radium-tipped paintbrushes with their lips. Some of them, the creative ones, …
Chelsea Anderson
Untitled, Jenny Nguyen The freezing plastic shovel bends at the handle as it penetrates bright red snow. It screeches loudly as it scrapes pale pink matter off the road. He flings it into the woods he covers it in fresh…
Ethan Luk
Volatile, Anna Koeferl The house is on fire,And I’m not leaving yet. I’m not going to save the cat lying next to the split star fruit.Or the two origami cranes on the banister. I’m not going to save you, either.…
Alexis Noe Ocegueda
Afterparty 2, Mandi Vivacqua No, not the one drowned in rainbows of paint and ink at every footstep No, not the one that has their jaw hanging on for dear life at their knees Yes, you, the one bashing their…
Chelsea Panameño
Throwback, Abigail Jackson The heatwave was announced the day before the solstice, the day after my brother and I arrived at our mother’s summer home. We did what we thought we should do, based on a few vague Internet searches and…
Claire Doll
Winter, Jonathan Agee The parking lot of my old high school looked the same, even in the dark of winter. It was haunting to see the building lit up only by streetlights, to watch the December winds toss forgotten autumn…
Chelsea Panameño
Into the Ether, Nicky Meaux The bark appeared on the first day of spring, when the winds were starting to pick up, but the worst of the rain had not yet begun. It started as a small thing: a rough,…
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta I can’t find the words that won’t escape my lips to reach paper. Setting up equipment feels unreal, even creating content doesn’t feel natural enough with all the chaos in the world. A…
ano nakikita Mo?, harana On Monday the carrots mom packed me were soggy and grey where their shoes should’ve been. I threw them to seagulls and Ms. Villin kept me after class, telling me I was ungrateful. I looked for…
Untitled, Julia Sub for Lola Tita and another to water the three potted plantson the shoe rack, stalk of baby bamboopricked by cactus and shaded by heartleaf,all of it garden enough. it is one thing to eat and another to…
Eclipsed, Scott Gathright Because we drove pastThat crack in the highwayWhere a glimpse, a bone-clenchedFistful of pennies, of locked doors,Pressed hard, thumbed insistentlyInto who I thought I am.Was gone before I could winkAway flares it leftOn my sight, Implications.Violet, vindictive spotsThat will…
Little Architect, Natasha Hirt Solemn willow, sole witness to tea party stragglers left under a leaking sky. Cups of porcelain dribble coffee childishly mimed as sweet nectar and tea laden with nonexistent ripples of honey. Copper spoons morph to peeling…
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson if i put my foot to the floor or take the turn just rightthe horizon will swallow this ought-to-be-ghost town. watch: i slip out through the teeth of that mawand chase the stars in the…
War is Over, Ernest Volynec Today’s spent echoing the beagleas I keep watch from the window,assessing each speck of land of thisplace called home or territory ormemory, each plot of maple, juniper,japanese plum, the latest implant thatnever took and the wisest,…
Rome is the City of Echoes, Gabe Montesanti You hated the flowers. I tried to hate them too. Can you see decay entering the frameof our picturesque domestic landscape? I am a creature of images, brief appearances.I try to save myself…
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis “Mill in sand.” Windmills pump water out of the sand to irrigate peanuts. At the junction of NM 206, NM 258 and NM 262. Halfway between Portales and Lovington. Still have no idea? ‘Bout a 100…
Opulent, Taharah Islam Part Four (continued from The Shield Maidens of Hafrsfjord, Part Three) Two days have passed since the chaos of the poisoned chests. The chests of silver and gold have been buried deep within the woods of Northumbria. The last…
The Funnies, Justine Newman My family moved this week. This morning, my mom told me she was going to come “check my room” at some point, which means to evaluate whether my unpacking and cleaning is satisfactory. As usual, her need…
