Not For Profit/For Prophecy


Lara Alonso Corona

Spectator Sport by Marta Zawieja

My mother tells me I need a haircut because even she understands that, in this day and age, she can no longer instruct me kindly how many rolls from my stomach I have to lose before I am finally pretty. Continue reading “Spectator Sport by Marta Zawieja”

As Day Breaks by Tianna Grosch

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Four pieces by Atefeh Ahmadi

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a… scare that tricks the mind (half-waking). … (fragments.—of-from a dream-dreams? … ) by Mark Bolsover

a… scare
that tricks the mind (half-waking). …

(fragments.—of-from a dream-dreams? … ). Continue reading “a… scare that tricks the mind (half-waking). … (fragments.—of-from a dream-dreams? … ) by Mark Bolsover”

Reality/Fantasy by Michèle Fry

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Celestial Bodies by Jessica Sequeira

Celestial Bodies

From the garden we look at the stars. Above us the jewel box spills out its contents, an offering. Everything else is invisible; at this hour the cerros are extinguished, and the electric blue is now black. Standing on the hill our bodies are imperceptible in the dark, our hands unseen as they reach for binoculars, our backs concealed to all but the cool touch of the rock, our necks occult as we peer down the tunnel of the telescope. Continue reading “Celestial Bodies by Jessica Sequeira”

Two poems by Jenna Velez

Watermelon Pregnancy

Flesh-flavored bubblegum
Chewed to forget
The fruit I bore bare
In the boredom of 9pm
Or the way you thought my clit was cute Continue reading “Two poems by Jenna Velez”

An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett


my fire-breathing mother says she believes in love—

she preaches starvation, picks the latest
drive-thru-visit hoard from her teeth
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Tripped Tic by James Knight

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Reverse pirouette by Bertie Marshall

When I was younger I wanted my face to have that worn around the eyes lived in look of an old
French actress ( Simone Signoret) who once said that her ‘’ my face bares the scars, tears and
laughter of all of the years’’. I thought that was poetic and glamorous and true. At the age of
fifteen, I wanted the face of a middle-aged actress. At seventeen, I wanted a face that said I’d
lived 50 years, full out: Continue reading “Reverse pirouette by Bertie Marshall”

Hemicorporectomy by Kayla Bashe

The magician saws a woman in half and pulls a rabbit from her ribcage, soft and twitching and wild. It is all done with mirrors. I look in the mirror. I press my breasts down to become more like myself. Continue reading “Hemicorporectomy by Kayla Bashe”

Four Pieces by Angie Hedman


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Three poems by Joanna Nissel


The Catheter Aria

The crescendo eclipses
the bustle by my bedside. Continue reading “Three poems by Joanna Nissel”

moonskin by Yvonne Litschel

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CLOG bodily (excerpts from the novel) by Grant Maierhofer

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Patron by Andrew Robert Hodgson

Hiccup. It’s only a – and repetition is for?

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lips by Eve Black

when the blood came the nowhere voice said paint your lips red
this was under the table in the blank space between sweetheart and cunt
I obeyed as I always do the nowhere voice

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My Sweet Darling by hiromi suzuki

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