Conversations with My Aunt by Brett Shaw That time of day when streets existonly in the grace of angles shadow allows— space for running; space for hiding. I can remembermoments I hung between that choiceas a child....
Before the Hard Freeze by Kevin McLellan I couldn’t do anythingabout it, swallowed a shallow lake, arctic one, wore a first barrette.Natural way to identify as female, right? My hair longenough. Also a first. And then what could be a last timewhen I move to Vermont....
Social Media by Emma Bolden If your life is extraordinary enough, the Internet becomes a plotof land in which you plant the clues that make your lies grow into truths. A therapist on Instagram says, think of the thing you would like to do most on most days. Then do...
Eric Cortez by Paul Hlava Ceballos In a lineage of effects,proud scrapper who threw fists to foolsthat dissed us little ones, you failedonly what teachers made you do, and thrived in gripped communion ofbackyard weight bench where a head nodwas more than history gave...
On Past Suicidal Ideations by Annie Przypyszny At the Calvert Marine Museum in Solomons, Maryland,there’s a model of a Carcharocles megalodon skeleton.It’s thirty-seven feet long, suspended from the ceiling by strong, thin wires, the wall behind it imitatingthe blue...
Three Ghazals: an Elegy by Leah C Scott 1. On a Mountain in GuanajuatoThe river was cool, high altitude air and green mossbeneath my hips. Silver stone, silt and clean mossbeneath your palms. You, bowed over me: arco irisin the wet sun. Your body: of water, of lean...
