Somewhere My Father
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta the first time i heard cicadas, singing to one another in the dark canopy of trees i thought it was my father snoring, the…
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta the first time i heard cicadas, singing to one another in the dark canopy of trees i thought it was my father snoring, the…
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman On fire I’m unfuckable, I’m war bridegroom, the knife piloting the wound. I’m the eye bleeding sight. The screen scabbing over me, the camera angled for…
Rise, Meg Jenson I. lichen, cold mornings, earth, my mother, sleepy afternoons, songbirds in canopy II. i have been driving for miles & miles, always this back & forth between us,…
I Believe in Laundry, Julia Tasho I don’t believe in God, But mother tells me to pray We don’t go to chùa or burn red marks on our backs. But we…
Illuminated, Ava Fojtik Fuck the heal-toe method. This rebel flat-foots, ‘n’ pancake-slaps the shit-zoo out of her sidewalk. Balancing herself over the concrete edge, like some acrobat holding her lover’s…
Girl, Azure Arnot After Sally Wen Mao All I remember is the glare of cameras. Every mouth I’ve met is a flight risk which is to say that…
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta I woke up to the cooing Of a warm voice, That reminded me Of my mother And felt a chilliness Of a…
We Sleep the Same, Kate Drakulic What magic there was in eating your green beans that made you grow through the night as you slept sweet and curled…
Untitled, Jessica Ram Our father mixesa searing elixir—a paste of garlicin a steel bowljuice from a knotof ginger-roota dab ofhoneyed cayenne.He sayshe needs it to cry.I think of…
Place in the Sun, Marisa Murrow if anyone asks, we’ll tell them that the world broke us limb for limb before we could build ourselves wings the earth flowers &…
Late Onset Adolescence, Breck Hickman But you cannot have my soul. You can take my body, you can cook it. Yes, marinate it in some oppressive, tangy sauce—some recipe passed down…
Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan 1. I learned how to braid. The YouTube tutorial was awful,And I ripped out most of your mom’s hair.2. The ballet recital you were rehearsing for,I learned…
To Warm A Bed – Iambus, Louie-Paulo Darang Little iguana basking in the sun That iguana has never filed taxes Probably because it can’t read I hope that it doesn’t…
Perch, Victoria Barry Fluorescents shoeshine my Shop Local badge. My shoulder tote sags fair trade coffee bags. Here I think of all that is super: the man, the ego, this…
A Better World is Possible, Ernest Volynec Every night, as the star had risen The thought of escape would cross We divulged our truths and hearkened their…
The Sound of Silence (Austria), Taylor Hedge Sit in the back like a good Catholic and watch the priest in white robes raise his arms to welcome the sinners: the…
Dripping, Eric Fram There are splats of blood on the mat already. My left eye drips warm blood, much to the interest of Doc, who weaves skin to skin. Then,…
Junglescape, Meagan Dwyer The arrhythmic pulse of jazz makes my back arch as I strike a match against the curved edge of your jaw; the thought of…
Self-Portrait, Thomas Vause The man I love says there is no God. With lips that could bring the Devil to his knees And a voice that could…
Mule, Michael Cabezas Aged in the enclosed paddock, bald-faced and balking, face devoured with botflies, slab-sided, shivers running over the flank. Unsound. Blows harsh air from flared…