Kissing Against Solipsism by Jessica Morey-Collins I’ve listed into you—a mist of stars,alarming warmth: if comfort thunders, floodsthe nerves with light, the might of tendernesssoothes even in the screech of mass extinction.Sleep becomes a preening bird. Sleep’s...
Accommodating by Jen Corrigan The day they pulled Gary’s body from the grain bin, Lydia called in sick to her summer job at the ice cream parlor. On the other end of the line, Lydia’s coworkers shouted shake orders back and forth, and the soft serve...
The Conversation by Michael Keenan Gutierrez In Miami, we had Palmetto bugs, a euphemism for giant, flying cockroaches. They took root in our cupboards and silverware drawers, played house under the bed, and colonized our closets. At night they flew through the dark...
Pre Pointe Exercises by Jesse Falzoi for Javier Carranza & Edwin Mota I woke up on a doormat, completely naked, with enormous wings attached to my back. And when this young man came out of his apartment, he asked me in English –he had some Eastern European accent...
My Lottery Tickets Are All Duds by Kristene Kaye Brown but I buy them anyway. Little scratchersfull of confetti and hope, numbers wrapping around my lucklike the lights of a police cruiser wrapping around a man with nothingto lose. Once, I mistakenly bought two...
