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by Emily Griffin When I am not okay, I read my own poems aloud in the dark. It turns my body to a whisper (or a scream, muted by a childhood toy) and the clotted blood is a misplaced memory, remembered wrong (is hot honey drip dripping on the kitchen linoleum), the unreturned phone calls:Continue reading “Drinking It On The Atlantic”

by Willow Germs I do not drink from the muddy watereven though I know just where the faucet isand I feel so thirsty what is the name for thatthat gut feelingthe one that tells youto do the wrong thingit wants you to drink thatthat muddy water, lusts after itand how do you kill it? doContinue reading “muddy water”

by Lex One day my mother went through my garbage and thought I was doing a bottle drive.Because “bottle drive” is a lot easier to explain than “I’ve been drunk every night since I wasn’tenough to keep him sober” I left the trash bag in my room for two weeks.When I couldn’t sleep I’d emptyContinue reading “Bottle Drive”

by Elliott Sky Case Every day, I talk to peoplewho never threw glasses against wallsin an attempt to free a creaturethey couldn’t name—I only realize it sometimes. I could leave California just to wear jackets over sweatersyear round, piling layers on layersof cotton and wool around this sarcophagus. My significantly older ex texts me:I still readContinue reading “ENCYCLOPEDIA OF VOIDS TO THROW MY BODY INTO”

by Kou Sugita The hammock lies with me tonight, comfortingas it spoons me like an ocean does a drowning boy.I lay, musky green forest storm finding a tunnel through my nostril-like caves; a chaotic wind that perhaps makes me feel a little more sane as I walk throughthis castle of golden spoons and chalices. The admissionsofficer gaveContinue reading “Poor POC @ Rich Kid Skool”

Kou Sugita Elliott Sky Case Lex Willow Germs Emily Griffin Tanaka Mhishi Raena Shirali L.R. Bird Madison Mae Parker Leyna R torin audoire Sarah Gehring Teresa McMahon Jacob Shelton Erin Schick Megan Merchant Laura Rachel Dunkel Misha Brandon Speck Jessie Lynn McMains

by Rachel O’Brien In the event of my demise,there is a place you will need to know about. I am telling this to a tree,or to an empty playground.or maybe I am washing myself in the neonof a liquor store sign and telling this to the bars on its windows.My shadow and I circle eachContinue reading “ignis fatuus”

by Richard Kerwin do you understand my language i cannot dive as deeply as you sink i looked at the pool but didn’t see the rain pigeons and carl sagans agreefuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the police i eat everything i find in my mouth either the sun shines and all reflective things don’t shineorContinue reading “mycelium and the big bad electrovestigial experience”

by Evan Cutts Here’s a joke:A white girl walks into a sauna Full of steaming black bodies…Shouts: What’s good niggas? There is no punchlineBut the steam wavers with laughter all the same.I imagine it’s uncomfortable— their shame Hanged in their throats. I pray that they haven’t forgotten themselves On this side Of the wateror the People Who didn’t makeContinue reading “The Punchline”

by Greg McCarthy I release a swarm of wasps& name each one after things you told me that made me, even though I didn’t want to,put your cock in my throat You asked if you could fuck meso I coughed up my lung& hung it on the lamp You took it home with you,even though IContinue reading “Liminal Space & You Enter Me Anyways:”