Don’t Say Blessed by Carolyn Williams-Noren It’s not yours. It comes. It goes like all the colors. Can’t be held forever, can’t be taken. Is, is all. Not a dollar, not a gift. It’s like soup—you can’t deserve it, can’t...
New Jersey Blues by Dylan Majano-Carroll After Lena Khalaf Tuffaha and 070 Shake I won’t say more than I can promise: apples, skin rot, soft grass, fear. America will rename you I won’t say what I can’t pronounce: sfogliatella y conchas soaking crumby in your...
Performance Art by Aliza Haskal i fought with yael this summer i was saying how it rains harder under the trees because the leaves collect all the water and drop it on your head she disagreed and said i was ridiculous and that was the whole fight except that was more...
Men Without Heart Conditions by Tim Donahue Men without heart conditions will wander strange walking goofyfooted walks gay and crouched and brothered and straight reporting live from that crevice in your pocket or fallen loose into the lining of your pants. Men...
3 Poems by Emily Van Kley Queen of the Night 1. I am ravenous for the indistinct, that way my hunger keeps. Outside, the tulips promised black emerge lick-red, gnarled, as if the insides of bodies were meant for display, as if I wanted something regular...
