
How to Host a Funeral
Meditation on Postmodernism, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack Most importantly: food. Good food. Some families think those bullshit little hors d’oeuvres will cut it, but they won’t. You really think Lisa…
Meditation on Postmodernism, Jaxon Ke’anoi Bonsack Most importantly: food. Good food. Some families think those bullshit little hors d’oeuvres will cut it, but they won’t. You really think Lisa…
My Happy Place, Makeda Wells We lived on a patch of infertile land, a place where they tried to…
After the Impact, Sarena Pollock We regret to inform you that starting on 10/02/4519, the color red will be undergoing maintenance, and will be temporarily unavailable. We apologize for any…
The Japanese House, Effie Jia (Imitation of Vincent Scarpa’s “I Go Back to Berryman’s”) All the Chevys were from different eras—a candy-apple ‘63 Impala, a wine red ‘85 Monte Carlo,…
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson “You are excused. If you don’t know certain things, I know you are not from around here,” Dementria Martinez told the man politely. She could tell…
Skin Mask Replica, Hunter Louis i am drinking earl grey tea even though it is slightly bitter because i miss my mother and she always drank it at home and my…
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Mania tastes like a Monster Smells like cigarette butts Bleach gasoline And gripping the clutch Infidelity shows up too Grows in Tindr swipes right Purging sweating…
Whispers, Emily Bryn Sylvia Plath would call me a spic. In the light my eyebrows almost pass for a Spaniard’s. In the darkness, Pablo Neruda would call me a gringa. What…
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Demonology, Jack Hoye I lay down on my bed and pull a photo out from under my pillow. A family photo – the last one too. I close my eyes and…
Bright Nights City Lights, Jackie Phuong Ta Part One TW/SA The Northmen are all standing and sitting together in the hall of the great Jarl Thigurd Sigurdsson to await his announcement…
Rust Rorschach, Timothy Embertson The day I call the day my hair fell out, no hair actually fell out. Several bouquets simply gave with a small tug, and slipped…
“junior year prom, mom had to unzip my dress because i was having a panic attack and couldn’t breathe”, Evelyn Staats On the day that Miles turns into a fox, I…
An Ode to Breakfast, Emma Lassiter I was scared, that day. The last time I had been scared in that house was when I was seven, and my big sister…
Dancer, Rose Horell and I can’t stop thinking about how I’ve gotten so used to doing everything alone. so when I reached into the fridge for a dozen eggs for the…
Poppies and WD-40, Chloe Moulin Morning consists of showering the body, donning the clothing, assembling the self. I wrestle into a tee shirt, and oftentimes a collared shirt atop it, a…
Catacombes de Paris, Elle Griffiths Granny always told me that the yew is the tree of death, and that I should never go under it. In college I learned that…
Gas Station, Oscar Zenteno I was born in the room where my mother ate her first hamburger, the room where my father sat at her bedside, licking every crumb off …
This Ain’t Belle’s Rose, Adriana Barker There came a winter that was not a winter, but the winter—the winter for which all the other winters had been waiting. The temperatures dropped…
Immersed, Abigail Nasari “The people or countries that seem to have the highest happiness index seem to embrace the chaos of being human, meaning they don’t pretend that life is…
The Complexity of Detail, Olivia Offutt It rises And falls Like breath Between whispers It twists Turns upon itself forever always will it swallow itself moment gorging on moment A…