“From the Sea We Come and Unto the Sea We Go” by Antony Paschos
The mass stops the minute Fishbone crosses the threshold of the church. The cantor stops unfolding his long masculine notes, and the priest’s chapped…
Featured Poetry
Issue 15 Spotlight
Poetry by Sandra Lim
A long-suppressed murderousness / is coming to, a new little perfume in the air
“To Tend” by Ocean Wei
One: To Bear, To Tend Bear with me: I feel like a salmon flipping on a wooden cutting board. You might think about the…
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“You Wouldn’t Recognize Yourself” by Amy Monaghan
When she was younger, Gemma often felt like the world was made of metal that had been left sitting in the sun, and anything…
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“Dead Mall Music” by Jonathan Kesh
The East Valley Park shopping mall is a dying beast that now seems absolutely massive for the paltry amount of people who wander through…
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“The Summer Sauce” by Sara Rauch
One mid-August evening, a month into our endless summer, a few weeks before I was set to move to Manhattan, I arrived to Sebastian’s…
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“Headlands” by Matt Mitchell
I don’t remember the last time I saw my father, much less the last words we spoke. I don’t remember what his note said,…
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Poetry by Zoë Hitzig
I am not us yet but / soon there will be no place left to go
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Poetry by Samuel Gilpin
our analogy our utterance / like a core of blood / or whatever
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Poetry by Rachel Mannheimer
Driving back, it was so dark / it was like driving into death — / that feeling that I might dissolve
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Poetry by Matthew Tuckner
We didn’t know how much we would miss us
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Poetry by Kirstin Allio
Birds don’t bury their dead in feathers of clouds. Dead birds don’t drop from the sky.
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Poetry by Kevin McLellan
You realize this isn’t a river—a wet parking lot with faded lines goes under a / building & some long grass like reeds where the walls meet.
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Poetry by Kai Ihns
utterly lifelike threads! so such! utterly! utterly!
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Poetry by Hannah Piette
The nightmare is my brother being printed, entering the printer, coming out printed / On a photo that shows his hands facing towards us / As if he were banging on a window, if the paper were a window.
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