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april 2020

Three Poems by D.C. Wojciech


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poem: UNTITLED 20


this smile is a jail cell

holding hostage 

centuries of laughter


sorry if i say the wrong things—

  Continue reading “Three Poems by D.C. Wojciech”

Essay by Rosa Jones


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essay: Insipid / Intrepid


As the adventurous person talks on, I am struck by a sense that they are confident and unperturbed by minor setbacks. I find myself specifically interested in the banal logistics of what it means to be that way, more than being interested in their actual stories. I feel that there’s no way for me to think cleverly about what it means to live an interesting life, or what it means to be fluid and graceful as you move through the world.  Continue reading “Essay by Rosa Jones”

Short Story by Anna Walsh


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short story: Ruined Things Are Only Gorgeous When They Are Not Yours 


Driving along the motorway, the radio crackled. She wanted to trace something on the window, but couldn’t think what. She fiddled with buttons, found an old song they both liked and turned it up. She imagined she was going to Berlin, to meet girls wearing orange lipstick and boots, tall and forward in the chaos of other people.  Continue reading “Short Story by Anna Walsh”

A Poem by A.D Rusalka


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poem: nights 


the second gregarious girls come out to the streets 

the streets become a jamboree for alter egos and their debutantes 

to that sight the gods from above

dissolve into the opaque solar panache

soon after when the luminary man resigns 

entrusting Enkidu with an ordinary mission

to make a king believe he is the cause

of his own inhibitions  

Continue reading “A Poem by A.D Rusalka”

Two Poems by Matt Broaddus


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poem: “Socialism” is Currently the #1 Trending Word on


My brain ekes in the dark without 

a flashlight. Holding a banana to ward off 

scurvy and North Sea pirates. I live under

a wrecked ship’s hull. From the ceiling it rains 

rats. I eat them. First, we talk. In my telescope.

The Dey waves a silver hand. For the seraglio. 

For the Danes to send the goods. I will plunder.  Continue reading “Two Poems by Matt Broaddus”

Short story by James Cato


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short story: M80


I remember telling my parents that I was destined to get along with Bud Lykke, with that prosocial name of his, but I didn’t expect such a character. Each morning, he pours a bit of coffee into the hanging plants. After dinner he spends hours inside chunky headphones with “Binaural Beats” blaring, engineered to trigger dissociative states. He grew up in Appalachia, some obscure county in Ohio, and blames his ills on the heavy fracking around there, radioactivity in the drinking water. Continue reading “Short story by James Cato”

A Poem by Les Epstein


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poem: Isolation, Part 9: Coffee Filter Salvation


Clowning up as suburban bandits 

We three stumble into the empty park, 

Breathing through coffee filters 

Tucked away in cotton life-preservers 

And there we conduct a baseball season

Tossing, though never catching, 

A ball between the rising Violets and Chickweed.

Continue reading “A Poem by Les Epstein”

Short Story by Jennifer Brough


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story: The Somnambulist Party


The moon is full and bathing. Light laps each house in this quiet village, casting silver squares through windows with undrawn curtains.
In one such bedroom, a cat bathes too, pale fur illuminated against the floorboards. A clock chimes deep within the house and his eyes flash open. He stretches, unfurling his length, and leaps on the mistress’s bed, pawing at her cheek once, twice, waiting.  
The mistress is between dreams. Within them, a dark ocean crashes into itself. She is expecting an arrival in the foam but is uncertain what form it will take. A vast scattering of shells and flint line the shore but she can’t move quickly enough to search through the piles. When she moves her hands, they leave ghostly echoes of themselves. The sound of waves melts into chiming. It is almost the hour, she knows, and she hasn’t found a thing.  Continue reading “Short Story by Jennifer Brough”

Three Visual Poems by Shloka Shankar


title: Perfume




Continue reading “Three Visual Poems by Shloka Shankar”

Two Poems by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

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poem: Days in 


some days

i mostly wonder

when joy knocks 

would it smell like


a lily and jasmine musk perhaps 


i often ponder 

if joy is what today brings

let it come 

Continue reading “Two Poems by Shaimaa Abdelkarim”

Three Poems by S.L. Lim


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poem: Bratislava 2016/ Sydney 2020


Where I’d like to be: a place with clean white sheets.

A hotel room, I’ve always loved them. View from the

window – not the ocean or anything, just trees

on a hill with some brutalist buildings and a pink and

orange sunset at rest behind. Luxurious.  

Continue reading “Three Poems by S.L. Lim”

Three Poems by Michele Mekel


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poem: The Crossroads


The Cailleach’s breath rattles through the barren branches of the standing talls,

as midnight’s moon casts a cold glance upon all below.


Bearing gifts of coin and confections, tipple and tapers, I come to the crossroads 

to petition and pray, as the witching hour draws near and the veil thin.

Continue reading “Three Poems by Michele Mekel”

Short Story by David Kuhnlein


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story: The Dog


Their clothes are ironed on them in the shape of death. Soggy bread of a sky looking over, he gargles time release capsules. Not enough pills milled for the morning after. The frosted flakes expired; he flops between her shrubbery, bulge withering beneath a dress. “It’s no longer in style to be a bad lay,” she says. He vows to return her to the urn, drops her off for cognitive behaviorals instead. “Listen to a woman once and you become her therapy dog,” his mother always said, teeth gnawing through his skull like fly eggs, speaking through a bisection of his face in swarms. “We’re all Satan’s puppet, a populace atop the hoof.” He hears her talk to the shrink through walls so thin he wishes they were her clothes. He tends to end up overacting in the bear costume she makes him wear. They’ve been brining bite marks on each other. In utter silence their chalky mouths resemble apple seeds, if worms took the core. “What eats the worms after they eat us?” Entwined guts, reshuffling microbiomes a couple viruses at a time, they’re not worth the ekphrastic flesh of their penny masks.

Continue reading “Short Story by David Kuhnlein”

Two Poems by Michaela Mayer


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poem: The Hunt


we flicker from pixel to pixel

the dream of this inverted world

our bodies dissolved into digits


the horizon flattens and winks out

into an oblate blank plane, stretched

thin between plates of strange glass 

we are reborn with ease here

free to reconstruct, to glut ourselves

 on electric subjectives 

Continue reading “Two Poems by Michaela Mayer”

Two Poems by Julie Stevens


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poem: Take me to a Place


Take me to a place

where you feel no pain

where no one cries

where no troubles exist


Show me the path

that I need to follow

to find this land

where everything works


Can anyone hear me cry?

Because right now 

I am so very lost

so very tired and broken

Continue reading “Two Poems by Julie Stevens”

Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh


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poem: time travel is cruel & kind


you’re me. i’m not

one but so many.

you do not walk.

empty and rootless i drift. i’m

you. as everyone digs out caste histories and thump their chests and thighs you drift and i turn at right angles. time’s not linear but parallel. adrift i turn left right left you turn at left angles.


cyclone of light or what, i say

Continue reading “Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh”

Three Poems by Donna Dallas


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poem: Building Blocks


Sometimes I just want to buy something

fuck like it’s the last hurrah

build an ant farm

               although I don’t like ants

I want to do a thing – some kind of thing

               (I started this when I was walking)

and then climbed into myself  Continue reading “Three Poems by Donna Dallas”

Three Poems by Mugu Ganesan


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poem: Noise of life


The last autumn leaf now falling 

               And drifting towards alien lands, 

Barren boughs of the maple tree 

               Shivering in the wind’s cold clasp, 

Besotted moths still chasing flames, 

               Days seeking nights pursuing days,  Continue reading “Three Poems by Mugu Ganesan”

New Poem by Lucy Whitehead


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poem: The Painter


How do I answer 

the call of canvas

when I have no hands 

to spin light into paint


to sift sun and shadow

like yolk from its egg  Continue reading “New Poem by Lucy Whitehead”

Two Poems by Jon Bishop


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poem: Driving


The moan of late-night cars cruising the highway—

ghostly, but not ghosts. Call them cries at 3 a.m.,

memories bursting forth from the brain,

gasps in bed, a shout to the darkness.


Or call them inadequacies, pains,

breaths too quick, perpetual reveries:

that time you, sick, quit your job and fled

to anywhere, multiple places, seeing multiple

sights and multiple people, all who smiled

and looked around, seemingly happy,

but inside were bursting  Continue reading “Two Poems by Jon Bishop”

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