Suffocating Nature, Camelia Rojas My grandmother planted herself here among the arrowheads. She dug her husband out of the marsh— hands cupped as she washed him. They turned metal…
A New World of Light, Jacob Fisher We went to an amusement park in downtown Calcutta, with fire-breathing macho men and an artist who wrote my name on a…
A Meal of Crayons, Bryan Rubin My first art teacher was my uncle who was a boy. He, at fourteen, took my seven-year-old drawings of long-haired mermaids and flowers and…
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?, Morgan Granosk Far above our paper houses, God spilled milk into the sky. Smeared clouds to make curd sunsets. Beautified that…
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn [Trigger Warning: Depictions of mental illness] “Are you dead?” My best friend is bitter. She has become my masked enemy. When I wake up and decide today is…
Baptism, Mia Silvan-Grau There is no dignified way to walk through a green plastic kiddie pool filled with 11.2 gallons of room temperature tartar sauce. The first issue,…
Persephone, Esther Tang When I think about 1945, I think about peaches. Sweet and fuzzy with a fat, brown pit smack in the center. I remember biting into a…
Chalkboard, Brendan Hunt The graffiti scribbled into the desks of the library intone different levels of cryptic messages. Suck a dick! well that one’s clear. A more delicate hand…
War is Over, Ernest Volynec For what we knew to be our second date We went to go see some spoken word poet the campus had brought in. For…
A Meal of Crayons, Bryan Rubin It is human nature to disobey. Refusing to follow orders is treason, but refusing to follow one’s ideology is treason all the same. The…