Cody Badaracca OKC Storms I awoke spooked as peals of thunder bowled over the clouds, my dreams galloping out of my head with the nightmares, nostrils flared, a kinetic train-wreck of muscles under wet brown skin and their tails raised high like flags, snapping in the dusty wind they kicked up in the now-empty corrals […]
Read MoreCamille Thomasson The Gang’s All Here Mother has lost track of who’s living and who’s dead, which means everyone is up and running, and her mind is a little patch of heaven. Camille Thomasson is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco “On the Last Ferry” The city is a lace of aching light falling away. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco loves pitbulls and can’t smell.
Read MoreMelissa B. Calzari How can I love you if I even forget to water my plants? Melissa B. Calzari is a 20-year-old psychology student from Italy, still in the process of learning.
Read MoreMelissa B. Calzari Such a hilarious thing: I’m drowning yet they’re still telling me to breathe. Melissa B. Calzari is a 20-year-old psychology student from Italy, still in the process of learning.
Read MorePearl Pirie What was settled We spade in a new shape for the garden, listening to the silence in the calling pondering how the treeful of crows would look just like a tree if I couldn’t hear the sound and missed the emptying upwards. Pearl Pirie writes out of Ottawa, Canada when not being a […]
Read MoreLucia Damacela The Rise The room brews in the dark –the silence strong and black– then the phone rings, life makes its call, and coffee is ready. Lucía Damacela lives in Singapore, writes about the world and tweets as @lucyda.
Read MoreHowie Good Roadkill I saw it and swerved, but when I glanced in the rearview mirror, there was a black splotch in the center of the road, and for the rest of the day, the first day of hot weather, I felt a quiet sadness like the last video store in existence had closed. Howie […]
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