by Laura Booth The soul has no need for a Cybertruck, although the soul needs love, and to move, freely, on Boisduval’s blue wings, from shadow to sun in a shimmering line, from lupine to lupine, and to drink wine sometimes in a field, exclaiming at night’s volley of a star. The soul does not… Continue reading The Soul Has No Need for a Cybertruck
Tag: Spring 2026
SOY
by J.M.C. Kane There is a runway in the swamp. There are tents behind the runway. There are cages inside the tents. On the frame of one cage, someone has scratched the words: Soy humano. There is a box in the yard. Ask the men what happens in the box. They will tell you it… Continue reading SOY
Water Memory
by Marie Hoffman The milky white water rolls over me in gentle waves, set in motion by my legs lifting out and resting on the edge of the bathtub. The sleek white panels coated in steam take me into a milky white memory of the white hallway that trails on forever, the window I peer… Continue reading Water Memory
My Dear Sugar
by Jianna Marie Cedeno Until the day she died, my grandmother made café con leche and avena every morning—sweet and creamy. a hint of bitterness. She stirred until milk forgot it was milk, until sugar disappeared into itself— unbleached linen, a vestige of our ancestors. Under midday sun, sticky cane juice soaked into raw palms… Continue reading My Dear Sugar
Monk’s Tea with Cougars
by David Koehn The log at the base of the hot-air-balloon-sized live oak next to me shifted, collapsing with the particular sound of wood separating from wood. Something had dislodged it, and it rolled over with the familiar pop of wood freeing itself. The live oak next to the campsite was massive, measuring approximately fifteen… Continue reading Monk’s Tea with Cougars
Wave Literacy
by Laura Booth It began with Lewis Carroll’s "Jabberwocky," creature fearsome and foulsome—who never succumbed, but rather jub-jubbed, headless, to the sea to terrorize me as I waded into waves for the first time—appearing in each monstrous, many-headed crowd, in the frumious gazes of the leather-faced men in their 4:3 armor, in every soldier prattling… Continue reading Wave Literacy
Blue Period
by Blue Fay [AUTOEROTICA] Blue came to me like Venus in reverse shirtless at dawn on the shoulder of the freeway I was fourteen-years-old my life was as long as a sonnet and Blue threatened me with it the car was totalled crushed into the shape of the clamshell Blue climbed out of a man… Continue reading Blue Period
AT THE FILLMORE
by Laura Booth Post–strawberry vape smells like Sex Wax. Beer. Blue strobe. Rock unzips my brain. Laura Booth is a biologist working in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area and a student in USF’s Master of Science in Environmental Management program. She hosts an open mic at Black Bird Bookstore in the Outer Sunset. Her… Continue reading AT THE FILLMORE
EPIPHANY IN THREE LONELY PARTS
by Aria Shum Owl Reluctant to Leave the Mountains by Rebecca Pyle Aria Shum is a poet and prose writer from Chicago. Her work is published/forthcoming in Small Orange Journal, Eunoia Review, After Hours, and more, which can be found at aria-shum.carrd.co. She is currently studying violin performance at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music.… Continue reading EPIPHANY IN THREE LONELY PARTS
DEAR SEAGULL
by Egan Walker Egan James Walker is a writer and artist based in California. He enjoys hand sewing, learning about the life cycle of the salmon, and listening to My Chemical Romance.
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