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In a Dark Room, the Universe was Calling Me

by Melissa Cerrillo En una habitación oscura, el universo me llamaba Yo era como un pájaro de atardecer que bailaba electropop histéricamentey gritaba por dentro: “¿Cuándo termina esto?”“¿Por qué no me estrello contra una ventana y ya?” Tú eras como una lluvia de diamantesy estabas a 650 millones de kilómetros de mípero lo suficientemente cerca comoContinue reading “In a Dark Room, the Universe was Calling Me”

the burning of knight von hohenberg …

by Bee Ulrich yes, i’ll admit to watching you in the courtyard, from the balcony: the way you lean into your sword on the whetstone, and the way you lean into me. your father thinks the only man to lay you downon the thick moss will have a knife in your gut. bring your neck here, bring your chest here.tellContinue reading “the burning of knight von hohenberg …”

The Summer of Mourning

by TaneshaNicole is the same summer in which I hear“Orlando” and “Charleston” knowingneither one of these cities were meant to be final resting placesbut both hold stolen spirits. It is the summer of attending two vigils for the same horrorbecause the first one didn’t do the community justice.It is the summer of unrest.The summer ofContinue reading “The Summer of Mourning”

Tomorrow Will Be Beautiful

by Mercedes Lucero A Found Poem from Google’s “America’s Most Misspelled Words” in 2017 by State Today is a vacuum. Today is diarrhea and dilemma and Wisconsinbut somewheretomorrow is hallelujah and hallelujah and people. Tomorrow is surprise. Tomorrow there will be ninety special bananas. I can sense it but I know you think me a liar. I appreciate everything you find suspicious. I really can sense it.Continue reading “Tomorrow Will Be Beautiful”

Demeter Speaks to Persephone After Her Rape

by Melissa Rose Daughter, the end of summer will always be a signal. You will never forget when spring was taken from your skin. Only the smokey smell of the season’s changing. The chill of the place his hands found. It is amazing how the body remembers. Like the trees after a forest fire, youContinue reading “Demeter Speaks to Persephone After Her Rape”

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by Indiana Pehlivanova Morningscoffe-stained fingertips my water-logeed copy of Big Sur how its pages breathe inthe wind with immense appetite sometimes the sun barely creeps outside its hollowit’s only a pinch of earth set ablaze we’re all just bandaids and rain hiccups of radiencehere and there braids of electric wire and orgasm we stop and start like lizardson grave stones if IContinue reading “Untitled”