So you loved men who combusted, / spontaneously gave yourself to the flammable, / stripped yourself bare / for their ovens, splayed yourself for their driptorches.
Read MoreSeasons by DW McKinney
She drinks to forget and drinks to feel different in her skin. She drinks to be someone else and drinks because she feels things she isn’t supposed to feel – because she is Black and Christian and because her parents raised her better.
Read MoreGhosting by Sarp Sozdinler
I imagined his spidery fingers hovering over his phone all night, at once touching and not touching it like the soft spots of my body.
Read MoreThis I Know by Julie Woodward
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.
Read MoreWhat Does Your Halloween Costume Say About Your Gender?: Quiz Results By Jackie Domenus
You stand there silently, breathing candy breath into your mask until your face gets damp. Your best friends are cheerleaders, witches, fairies. But you’re just a structure of a person, an outline of a body, quiet and haunted.
Read MoreDrug Facts by Hillary Adams
"The first will make you numb, but you’ll be thin so everyone will tell you how good you look and that should equate happiness, or at least not wanting to die."
Read MoreDelta by Dionne Irving
We didn’t have friends on board. We didn’t have friends of friends on board. And we hadn’t ever even been to Miami, or to Brazil. So we went about our day. We made coffee.
Read MoreTwo Poems by Jo Blair Cipriano
Death reminds me too much of myself./ I mean, if you watched an animal die/ in agony, would you still enjoy eating its flesh?
Read MoreJack in Search of a Mother by Alison Kinney
Jack looked at his own two feet dangling over the giant's shoulder. He thought about how small he was next to the giant, beside the sea.
Read MoreA Normal Interview with Manuel Muñoz by Manuel Farias
"What we think is a really small, isolated place turns out to be the center of somebody else’s world."
Read MoreShadow Work by Soramimi Hanarejima
After work, we meet in the park near your office to swap shadows.
Read MoreChronostasis by Sarah Fawn Montgomery
Tamogotchis are everywhere in middle school, cradled in our hands during math when we learn about angles and remainders, the goal to take what is whole and break it apart. The egg buzzes several times a day as a reminder that survival is not guaranteed.
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