by Mariah Bosch A man in a powder blue suitoffered to tell me my futureon Olive Avenue. When I tried to say no, he said Baby, please,in a way that told me that he might know something thatI didn’t, so I held out my palm. I used to hold out the same palmon the playground for otherContinue reading “Reading Lines”
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On Sundays
by Sara Hutchinson I stay in bed til 2 then get up and open all the windows. Make coffee and walk aroundthe 5 x 10 space I call my living room. Turn my attention to the postcardsand photographs on the fridge. Stare hard at all that evidence. Whisper: See, there’s no reason to be lonely.Smoke one cigarette and then anotheronContinue reading “On Sundays”
200 Words About Airports
by Emryse Geye I.I fall in love every time I fly. Leaving Dallas: the medical student wearing headphones and a full headscarf just to forget her be-planed predicament. Above Tucson: the sorority sister with the strawberry hair whose father is waiting at the baggage claim; they leave, arms over shoulders over arms. In Denver. The woman in security: her bright eyes contradictthe softening skin on herContinue reading “200 Words About Airports”
Invitation
by Tria Wood When are you going to move closer?The space aches between us.It invents its own language. The jagged edge of the ocean paints the sand dark,retreats into its own swollen urge, arcs forward to tease the shore with the inexorable inevitable that drives my hands into the unwritten darkto pull the tide of you over me. Drown me,roll meContinue reading “Invitation”
Fall 2018
Tria Wood Emryse Geye Sara Hutchinson Mariah Bosch Caroljean Gavin Taylor Jaczin Stacey Teague Zach Goldberg
The Morning Hour
by Sofia Valencia A faraway siren reminds me of a dreamin which the bathtub filled with orange fish,their viscous heads lurching from the open drain. Meanwhile, something outside caught on fireand then the fish were in the cashew trees,writhing in their quiet frenzy. How awful, I thought, to be in two placesat once and be dying inContinue reading “The Morning Hour”
Somniluquyphobia
by Mónica Garcia At sixteen, I was told I couldn’t hold in my voice in my sleep,and every night when I shifted my body, words followed restless sleep. My mother told me how her mother hid house keys, afraid of her daughter rising corpse-like and slipping into the night instead of just speaking, all while asleep.Continue reading “Somniluquyphobia”
Lucid Dreams of Being Clean
by Tyler Morse may-be tonite’ll be the nite I rinse the dick that’s remained holedup in a ziploc at the foot of another week may-be sadaabe Pisces moon someone at work saysfeedback sandwich and I almostthrow up a leaf or My hands my god today god-heavy today a blownspeaker in the hours’ murky silencecasting fantasy feedback to a wishful bottom-feederContinue reading “Lucid Dreams of Being Clean”
Boat With No Oar
by Nkateko Masinga I circled your bed at midnightchanting love me,then made your silence my poison& died died& still didn’t have you in the brief, bitter afterlife that ensued imagine this wasn’t a dream would you wake upand wade to sea with my soul? would you remember me? broken boatwitch with no coven & no spell book voyeur atContinue reading “Boat With No Oar”
To the Staring Boy on 43rd and Walnut
by Katbug your faceis a silent confessional hair an evolving demarcation of time,so easily broken by the unkind curve of your brow Who sowed your eyes with that disapproval?Is it the same one who put that curve in your nose? Or is that the nose of the warmer months not wasted?a four wheeled slip a skidmarkContinue reading “To the Staring Boy on 43rd and Walnut”