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by Jessica Baer I. We begin to tessellateentering havoc— Gland unwrapped tinfoil rainharbors the burningthoughttrundled up&up—How to make a team:ride stolen horsesslow horses, in the southyr betting ona reprisalto unclaw yr faceIn the interimtake down the threadstranscriptionBit lips clarisonousdemit Rapid diffusionheaped depth crashinghoped conjunctionwins: mountainssloped into the sea— Prostrate before yr deathinstinctfurrow a maze aContinue reading “We Begin To Tessellate”

by Christopher James Harley I want to feel that curly coarseness, touchThe nape with care and dry the dew from hairBelonging where my chest is facing up.A shower’s steam decreases, granted time and air. We breathe the marijuana leaf abedWith heavy lids and tones of blue from newsDisseminating murders, dreadful dregs.We fill the alcohol andContinue reading “Sacrifice”

by Daria-Ann Martineau “Dear Mama Africa” [i] I was seven when I first heard the Click Song.In dance class my feet first grazed Worldmusic. Xhosa steps where I could not bend my tongue.Qongqothwane—tonal, older than verse. Motherlanguage knocking. My limbs stretched far as Africandrums, the voice of our first home. Your syllables a knocking beetle,Continue reading “Dear Mama Africa”

by Jennifer Schomburg Kanke My mother wants the dead to go away,tired of how they pop up among the list of the living,in whatever the last profile picture they selectednot knowing it was the last. Perhaps next to lastbecause they’d been thinking about giving upsocial media, eventually, or perhaps not everything, perhaps just the gamesofContinue reading “My Mother Petitions The Makers Of Bejeweled Blitz”

by Mahta Riazi there is no forgivenessin the way Fereshteslathers henna into my scalpI have never felt a love that pulls at my rootsso bitterlythere is an intimacy in this angershe holds not in her facebut in her finger tips. moments agoI said something I should not have saidthough it is trying to avoid trespassinContinue reading “henna stains”

by Carrie Chappell —for Karen Dalton i. When I ask for voice, She brings me firewood.                                     (It’s an accident to need her) &, when I pick at grasses, She graces my tongue With her picking, as if she combs The rabbit of her blues With my white-haired commas. ii.                                     (& I am grimContinue reading “In the Woods Called Karen”

by Ajanae Dawkins I don’t understand the question…Is this about opening my mouth or about the visibility of my blood? Is this about me or my mama? The litany of women? I guess you would have to ask my girls, who scrub the stone streets before they drag me about how quiet I get whenContinue reading “My therapist asks “are your issues with vulnerability with everyone…or just with him?””

by Brittanie Sterner Here are feet on the floor of a plane over Omaha:Here are swatches of ground turning into groundHere is voice mail from an unknown numberHere is every computer-generated testHere is waiting with glassHere is middle-nightHere are foreheads touching here are hands in spaceHere is ropeHere is the braid that makes the ropeHereContinue reading “All Objects”

Carissa Pignatelli Carabella Sands W.M. Butler Kimberly Tan Thais Benoit Alicia Fyne Paul Maziar David Castillo Frank Sung Jack Essenberg Patrick Hannon Ashley Inguanta House Phillips Samantha Eubanks Nikki Wallschlaeger Kelly Schirmann Dena Rash Guzman Peter Koonz Gelsey R. Scott Fallon Daniel Nester Eric Nelson & Dan Magers Madeline Weiss Heather Hein Chuck Young StevenContinue reading “2012-2013”

by Ryan Scott Fallon you are every last payday loan scheme that airs on WGNright around when the peak number of daytime viewers mostly consist of permanently disabled invalids:but shit, even my brother   has an intrinsic Devry University commercial resounding in his collapsed veins:and it’s resounding:   Stand Up, And Consume Something! cut through to the broadcasts castigatingContinue reading “You Waste More Time Watching Maury Than My Brother Wastes Money on Oxycodone and Cigarettes”