My headlights are on. They carve small spaces into the night. I want to shed this skin and curl myself into their void. I want to tuck myself into their cold. I want to be consumed by their nothingness. I want to be swallowed whole, too.
Read MoreThe Night’s Not Finished, but It’s Leaning Against the Wall by Taylor Collier
All/ day you’ve been plunking rusted metal / into your purse, and I never stopped to / ask what you really wanted
Read MoreUp Brown Jug Creek by Catherine Halley
Of course, this isn’t the witch-thick forest you read about in a fairytale. I am surrounded by green, fast-growing trees and shrubs—buckthorn and black locust and honeysuckle—relentlessly spreading along the banks of the stream. The trunks bow out over the water and form a canopy of shade.
Read MoreThree Poems by L Favicchia
"i hold a tissue paper body/ as long as i can, / or until i must exhale."
Read MoreMovie Stubs by Sophia Veltfort
In the weeks leading up to my friend’s wedding, instead of studying for the GRE, I’d made mental tallies of people I dreaded but could reasonably expect to see in Poland.
Read MoreMemory/Movie by Jason Sepac
How much have I spliced into my memory?
Read MoreA Normal Interview with Talia Lakshmi Kolluri by Samina Najmi
I have always come to both reading and writing from a somewhat genderless space. What I mean is that both writing and reading have been mechanisms for me to try on different lives and experiences.
Read MoreFirst Story by Sarah Gambito
"What do you say to someone who has been gone for so long."
Read MoreA Longer and Slightly More Complicated History of Her Heart by Mary Jones
She thought she knew of everything that could happen to the human heart, it seemed most of it had happened already to her mother.
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