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…
Wrung Out, Kaitlyn Kugler It is my thirteenth birthday. At the lunch table I sit facing my friends with a ten calorie bite of vanilla…
Tomato Menace and Floral Rabbit, Jury St. Judge Nothing’s a secret once you know about it. The jewel beetles became a regularity in the…
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn My walk home would be pleasant—would be rather beautiful, really, with the sunset turning the sky all sorts of colors—if it weren’t for the damned bells ringing…
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…