Poetry from Ruby Rorty
Photo: Agatha Create Silhouette I want to put on a lampshade and light up the room. All my stories will become shadow acts: rabbit and coyote, rabbit and coyote. . . Ruby Rorty is a writer and health researcher in Chicago, IL. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in hex literary, Gone Lawn, and EcoTheo, among others, […]
Poetry from Annie Stenzel
Photo: Nicholas Thomas Come, cup of tea, and bid me write morning Every day, a portal opens, only to snap closed, catching part of me— a camera’s shutter, a piece of origami folded with more passion than skill. Every day, what of the words snipped out of a mind teeming with words? Ah, listen! how […]
Poetry from Joshua Torrence
Photo: Kevin Wenning Love Song The boy pulled the boy out of the tree. Dragged him out by his ankles, kicking And wild, clinging to the dead bark Where he had slept for ten thousand years. But hunger. But thirst. But tongue, dry As a midwinter day. The boy pulled the boy Into his arms. […]
Poetry from Beth Gordon
Photo: Parrish Freeman (Invertebrate) (Damage) Resist swallowing. The cells beneath your tongue are thick with seraphim. They will slide answers between your teeth. Cavities are collateral damage. Follow the surgeon’s voice through the invertebrate circle of circles. The ouroboros is just another …………………………………..lost snake in this scenario. A pilot without brakes. Follow all instructions: at […]
Poetry from Réka Nyitrai
Photo: Morgan Petroski Wild flowers This morning I tried to count the bees that live inside my head. I tried to figure out why I feel loneliest surrounded by people. Then, I imagined being a ghost, carrying flowers to the graves of my loved ones. Flowers with puckered lips. Flowers with teeth. Flowers that bite […]
Poetry from Ashley Hajimirsadeghi
Photo: Bruno AZADI tomorrow it is november & tell me when the october sun sets one last time, you will open our windows. we will do everything we were not once allowed to do: eat gheimeh with bare hands, drowsily sing love poems we’d make up on the spot. dance barefoot under the broken, flickering […]
Nonfiction from Katie M. Zeigler
Photo: Sophie Laurent Papier-Mâché Moai He said he’d made them with his hands and his brain, as if the two were owners of the same small business. I was anticipating a tool shed, or a series of small pinch pots arranged on a wooden shelf, so I curled the excitement at the back of my […]
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