Poetry, Volume IX
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: …
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Poetry, Volume IXCorona 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXSisters
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…
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Poetry, Volume IXwhile 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…
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Fiction, Volume IXI’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…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe 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–…
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Fiction, Volume IXThe 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXNational 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,…
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Fiction, Volume IXHypnopompia
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…
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Poetry, Volume IXThe 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXIf 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…
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Fiction, Volume IXLonely 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXThe 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…
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Poetry, Volume IXWhen 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…
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Fiction, Volume IXThe 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. …
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Poetry, Volume IXFrom 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 &…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXClean & 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…
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Nonfiction, Volume IXRecipes
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,…
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Poetry, Volume IXArs Poetica: Undressing Feathers
Molten Medium, Chloe Moulin To be a poet trying to write a poem, is trying to be as free as a naked chicken— you are undressing feathers with similes and…
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Fiction, Volume IXPantagruel and the One Eyed Goon
Whispers, Emily Bryn Once upon a time, there was a great and beautiful giant named Pantagruel. He was cloaked in silver and fish scales. His robes were made of the skin…