You Demand Nothing by Steven Duong but a history. The bent trees, gutted temples,ring-years coiled in sepia—all of it. You cousin every crackin the sidewalk. You, with your PhD in alchemy, trade names on the black market, though your story is a hotelrededicated too...
Waltz of the White Bird a Cloud Against the Sky by Josh Bettinger Let’s go to America and smoke cigarettes.Let’s go to America and remove our selves from painful equationsthat ricochet from pixel to pixel—a darkening dream in the foreground of the city....
Anyone Going Knows Already What’s Gone by Nicholas Brown everyone dies first thing in the morning unable to bear another day my father didn’t need reminding to leave gentleness out of his going like anything worth doing it...
IDOL by Heather Sweeney the dead sky augments my crossed out kingdom find me in the weeds of Plath in the carpet of a gold Camaro call me canned stew singing for a contest on television a crater of disenchantments in the foreground call me plated paranoia an idol in a...
Perceived Distance by Kelly R. Samuels There’s what resembles the smell of burnt hair, that eveningwhen that girl bent over that candle on that table and we all turnedfirst at the sight and then could not forget because of the stench.Bright flare, fetor. On the...
Still Life with Splenectomy by Mingpei Li B.’s cat died today 10 years old sudden:a heart attack after surgery. When G. told me I was reading about splenectomy: how you got that smoothred scar on your torso [that I have tilled as if it could be a field] its...
