Poetry — Issue Two baroque blood moon Stephanie Valente truth is I lost my soul a long time ago before you + your curse how I ran to you through Rome streets hiding my face from saints + god past the €3 crucifixes nearly twisting my ankle skinning a knee, the blood in...
Poetry — Issue Two Claiming All of Our Dead for Richard Hake and our many New Yorkers to remember Zoe Canner This is the second plague of my lifetime. My first doctor died of AIDS when I was two. My mom retells the story of what he said right after I was born. My...
Poetry — Issue Two Be a Better Listener Zoe Canner i will not grow accustomed to numbering &ranking the dead. each name, each number, pricks my skin. &when i hear about a child getting punched in the face for being asian-american in this year’s america because...
Poetry — Issue Two Street Introvert Zoe Canner My fortune said what is a life unexamined solitude is my friend and so are you street lion I see you eating street meat looking at street art in the street heat patriarchy is a dying animal and a dying animal is the most...
Poetry — Issue One A Second Sophie Dufresne the shy smile has long faded from my lips when i see a notification from you, my eyebrows furrow instead just like it took a second for a spark to ignite between us, it took a second for it to extinguish § Sophie Dufresne...
Poetry — Issue One Black Swan Abigail Welhouse “There’s no fear in this swan body,” says the ballet teacher as I twirl on a computer screen with fifteen other black swans. We land in our killing/hiding poses. This year, there are many poses. This year, the lucky are...
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