“Swollen is not what we ever mean. Moon, instead. Moon, like, Moon the first time we ever made it there & joy was said but fear wasn’t.”
Excerpt taken from ‘Inject / Extract / Inject / Extract’ by Dalton Day.
For No Reason at All
Bought cemetery daisies for the concrete vase.
Poetry from Catherine Arra
Of Dog and Flower
One moment you were prey: head full of blossoms.
Poetry from John Matthew Brandon II
Opacity : 1
What else is there to take comfort in?
Poetry from Natalie Chin
Truth-salt amalgam stuck to your tongue.
Poetry from Madeleine Christie
Inject / Extract / Inject / Extract
The wind wants to make a sound.
Poetry from Dalton Day
One Day in the Life of
The title is my unifying point.
Feature from Christopher D. DiCicco
The Art of
I am constantly wondering what can be painted.
Feature from Carlos A. Franco-Ruiz
September falls into October and paper stays paper.
Poetry from Daisy King
An Interview with
If I remember this, I am not dreaming.
Feature & Poetry from EJ Koh
Let’s split it down the middle, like we always do.
Poetry from Belle Malone
Everyone’s gone away to the orange lights.
Fiction from Soyla Mansfield
I walk now in the still absence of wind.
Fiction from Daniel McLeod
Say Maybe, the Lake
Say seven times seven equals the number of stars.
Poetry from Venetta Octavia
There was this empty pool sitting inside my chest.
Poetry from Kalyn RoseAnne
A Brightness in Everything
There should be a word for things like that.
Nonfiction from Mike Smith of ABQ
Turning dust to luster, pulling the shadows long.
Poetry from Heather Swan
Three Little Words
If not for waiting, I wouldn’t think of time at all.
Feature from Brandon Taylor
Even then, there is something in us all to be collected.
Poetry from Jacqueline Winter Thomas