THE FALL By Terek C. Jonzon
I ride in the back seat of a freightliner. I try to lie down, spread my weight across the seat and absorb the rough bumps of the road. The Continue Reading →
A LOVE YOU ONLY READ ABOUT By Alex Gallaway
I learned everything I need to know about teaching from one child. For the sake ofprivacy, we’ll call him Landen. I got a new bus driver when I was in Continue Reading →
LAST By Alex Gallaway
As night seems longer than it hasHas hell frozen over?I wait for a returned messageIs he lost to this death? Her friends are unloving todayShe’s thrown the towel inThat pain Continue Reading →
ASLEEP By Istvan Jamrik
Such a horrific nightmare I had!Something, a ghastly demon, I believespawned from the ancient bones of all the graveyardsand promptly after its repulsive, nasty birthit set off to consume and Continue Reading →
MY BODY IS SACRED By: Tatiana Weasel Moccasin
My body is sacred. It comes from the earth. Invasive species do not phase me, But oil and coal try to erase me. My body is sacred. The blood in my veins flows through me Continue Reading →
ANXIOUS MIND By: Guadalupe Vial Ulloa
Body made from candle waxeyes carved out of fear.A mouth that can only whisper,a nose that only bleeds.Ears that never listenas instead of out, they go in.Monster is what they Continue Reading →
(NO) CHOICE By: Indie MacGarva
Every piece of plastic ever created still exists.The man in the television is telling my father about the many ways the world is endingWhile my mother reads a book on Continue Reading →
GENERATIONS, UNTETHERED / A KIND OF MOTHER: By Róisín Begley
Generations, Untethered / A Kind of Mother: I think my mother is me. I think I am her mother too. I have her eyes, her face, her hair, her smile. Continue Reading →
APHRODITE’S SHORE By Alicia Travis
I spent many years tangled in sheets with men, wondering what broke inside of me to make me feel… off. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t always feel nothing. There Continue Reading →
CORVIDAE By Jacob Lee Bachinger
Crows, jays, and ravens embody the gastric spirit of the forest. Small, insistent stomachs with sharp beaks, they materialize from the pines, calling, coughing, claiming. Nothing will suffice or satisfy. Continue Reading →