‘Solar Strike’ by Katya Mills
Katya Mills ‘Solar Strike’ Soon it will be as though we never existed. I did the dishes and swept the floors and vacuumed the carpets and dusted the shelves and made the bed and paid the bills and put out…
Brooklyn Baggett
overhearing a bookstore conversation by Elliot Boodhan
Elliot Boodhan overhearing a bookstore conversation okay, but if men could get pregnant i’d kill myself. i mean, how would the baby come out? my dick? nah bro, hahaha. the harsh pitter patter of feet bounced off the walls…
RE: In Which I Feel Like Doug and Kamala’s Third by ANNIKA WARRICK
ANNIKA WARRICK RE: In Which I Feel Like Doug and Kamala’s Third (excerpts taken from Harris Walz campaign email subject lines leading up to 2024 Presidential election) Happy Birthday Honey! A simple request: Hoping you’ll take two quick minutes:…
Because we are beautiful by Juliette McCarthy
Juliette McCarthy Because we are beautiful Because when my tears fall, they follow a familiar path, One carved into my bones like a rushing river does a canyon, I am no longer here, I tell her. I am in the…
On Election Day My Latest STI Test Comes Back Negative by Birch Wiley
Birch Wiley On Election Day My Latest STI Test Comes Back Negative after Noah Baldino Halved, the body might resemble a geode, crystalline glisten after dirt. That is, of course, until it rots. A purple stone brought home to dry…
Dis-Appointment by Jennifer Weigel
Jennifer Weigel Dis-Appointment I wish I knew just how we got here but I had long ago lost hope. I’d been seeing the political arena play out in everyday street encounters. Those status-symbol oversized, overpriced gas-guzzling monstrocities of trucks sought…
Worries We Shouldn’t Have by Claire Kroening
Claire Kroening Worries We Shouldn’t Have A head overfilled of pollution; of the world crumbling below one’s feet, smog cutting ties in every waking breath– that could very well be one’s last. Two a.m. alarms sound a countdown to…
The Day After The Election. by Casey Clauberg
Casey Clauberg The Day After The Election. I saw the news. All I can think about is my third grade election. The election had been whittled down to just me and a boy. I don’t remember his name. I…
Hucksters by Elias Johnson
Elias Johnson Hucksters my dad always wanted to be his dad but he wasn’t supposed to be his dad, who rummaged through scrap piles, exposing himself to unknown toxins that would spread throughout his body killing him halfway through…
Transfraction by Ari Kelly
Ari Kelly Transfraction this body unrecognizable …