Anonymous . :: ::: ::::: ::::: ::::: :::::::: :::::::: ::::::::: ::::::::: ::::::::::: ::::::::::: :::::::::: :::::::::: :::::::: :::::::: :::::::::::: :::::::: a f t e r b u r n 11 . 06 . 2024 we should weave our burning fear and…
Phineas Knowles Five Days Post-Election I a pedestrian homes in on my friend, dousing her blouse in a coffee air-strike that misses her face “your time is coming, faggot” she is a war veteran commanding her life to finally…
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…
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…
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:…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…