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by Rigby Martin He smells like Bergamot and honey, especially on his neck where my lips last lingered. When I found him, he smelled like roses and linden with hints of smoke and haze. The scent permeated throughout with the resonance of salt on his sleeves. I thought I saw wildflowers and sage from the… Continue reading Flavors
by Tanisha E. Khan Snapdragons, wild garlic, her loose armshugging closed her cardigans, touringyou around her garden. You visited herfor two weeks each summer. How strange —The Grandmother, by Kayla Czaga (i) toronto your eyelashes catch on jagged edges,around twists of brass flowers caked in dirt—a lock,rusted and half-remembered, with grit in… Continue reading summers with nan
by Liam Strong Song of Morning by Marsha Solomon Liam Strong (they/them) is a queer neurodivergent cripple punk writer and author of the chapbook Everyone's Left the Hometown Show (Bottlecap Press, 2023). Find them on Instagram/Twitter: @beanbie666. https://linktr.ee/liamstrong666. Marsha Solomon has exhibited nationally and internationally in galleries and museums for many years. Her abstract paintings… Continue reading fruit cake
by Julia Rose Merante Goldfish by Pia Quintano Julia Rose Merante recently adopted a tuxedo cat named Eleanor, folds her laundry against her will, and has killed every plant she's ever owned. After finishing law school in New York, Julia regained the brainpower to reignite her love for creative writing. Her work has found homes… Continue reading forgetful grieving & pond depression
by Syan Mohiuddin Yellow Dog by Pia Quintano Syan Mohiuddin is a poet from Dhaka, Bangladesh who is currently studying for a BA in English Literature. His works are slated to appear in the South Dakota Review and the Bacopa Literary Review. Pia Quintano is an NYC-based writer/artist who especially likes to work with animals.… Continue reading The Line Cook
by Nicholas Barnes god, poetry is embarrassing. this electron microscope shows every pore, each curling scar. and jesus, how humiliating. this brittle life of decay. this rhino skin i’m in. i wake in a fevered sweat in the middle of the night. flipping through the waterlogged photo album in my head. the frames are overexposed.… Continue reading typo
by Keathley Pinney Brown At 2:42 am, she crept toward the stumpunder a sky draped heavy with night.The inlet hummed and rippled, the soundof air winging down the mountains, the ocean windfighting its way inland to the marshy dark. To her right, water lapped at the damp shore and sang a seafoam song. Sand fleas slept… Continue reading Changing Shades
by Cedar Clark Content warning: eating disorder Fragments of you,scattered across the plate as if hunger could be foldedinto the corners of your napkin. You carvethe emptiness with a forkfilling the voidwith whispers of control, counting every breathlike a calorie. A cruel illusionof bone and shadows. In the quiet of the kitchen,you measure worthin empty… Continue reading The Disease of Perfectionists
by Cynthia J. Roman Cabrera I wish I understood my mother’s mystery. I feel the sting like a bang on my funny bone when people share positive memories of their mothers. I am envious of people who know their mothers. I know my mother by association. We are kinfolk, but not chosen folk. I would… Continue reading Rootlessness
by Molly Seale The songs I learned first were church songs. The others—Itsy Bitsy Spider, Row, Row Row Your Boat, Happy Wanderer— came later. But the songs I learned from the Methodist Hymnal, before I could even read from the Methodist Hymnal, came to me earlier: another part of learning words and an understanding that… Continue reading Singing With My Father
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