“Halfway between Sanggang, the fall of frost, and Ipdong, the onset of winter—the harvest is done, the trees and grass yellowing.”
Excerpt taken from ‘The End of October’ by Hyejung Kook.
[ summer /
winter] is the worst …
learning the shape of an unfamiliar body.
Poetry from George Abraham
Toward Some Dark
this is how we arrive at clarity.
Poetry from Rohan Chhetri
Fall Back into Place
Maybe that place was happiness.
Fiction from Charles L Crowley IV
An Interview with
I thought of it as painting pictures with words.
Feature from Inua Ellams
but I called the hollow holy.
Poetry from Hazem Fahmy
When all that will end finally ends.
Poetry from Mindy Gill
A Man Misplaced
a dreamscape in the negative.
Poetry from Trish Hopkinson
The End of October
he is always crying for the moon.
Poetry from Hyejung Kook
the north shore of your shoulder.
Poetry from Hannah Kroonblawd
realize what it is to be a body without a world.
Fiction from Janice Lee
making motion out of a world of still.
Poetry from Patricia Liu
questions the weight of brass arrows.
Poetry from Cynthia Manick
Seeing in the Dark
I’m staring into the long tunnel of the dark.
Fiction from Corinne Manning
Those moons, bereaved. The hours.
Poetry from Robert Okaji
Sometimes it burns as an ember.
Poetry from Eric Pankey
Ode to My Mother’s Hair
the shape of things I cannot say.
Poetry from Alycia Pirmohamed
my shadow is the guilt of having survived.
Poetry from Breauna L. Roach
Yesterday Is a Wild Parrot
the ocean a bracing surge into the future.
Nonfiction from David Rompf
unfurling like paper crumpled in reverse.
Poetry from Elizabeth Scanlon
draw a world in the language of want.
Poetry from Ryan Kaveh Sheldon
i have seen trees i could not hear.
Poetry from Clint Smith