“I still don’t know if I’m made for water, made of thoughts, or thoughtlessness, to drift—where? […] Nature loves reversals.”
Excerpt taken from ‘Two Leaves’ by Marco Yan.
I Want You Back
Aren’t we all callow fakes performing our brokenness.
Poetry from Kristen Case
Whatever’s under my skin feels empty.
Fiction from Virginia Castiglione
The house offers its quiet & its mercy.
Poetry from Robin Cedar
your hands are graceless
To decide beginnings when we are always ending.
Poetry from Joyce Chong
Knowing Good & Well
Deep breath is rationed in short changed currency.
Poetry from jayy dodd
Insomniac in Love
I can almost see your whole body in the dark.
Poetry from Christine Kitano
Lower Pennsylvania Myths
The cities refound their corridors.
Poetry from Andrew Sargus Klein
One Day in the Life of
I write as a means of preventing my own destruction.
Feature from Rachel Charlene Lewis
The pull between chaos & form.
Poetry from Tomas Moniz
An Interview with
Even now, I have lucid visual memories.
Feature from Michael Salu
The Boar I Bled
I do not believe the moon follows me.
Poetry from Caitlin Scarano
Three Little Words
To swallow it whole until my insides glow.
Feature from Philip Schaefer
Wisdom, like the sky, is just how vastness appears.
Poetry from Tanuj Solanki
Small slip of suburban afternoon will empty of noise.
Poetry from Noah Stetzer
The Art of
I see so much beauty in those ephemeral moments.
Feature from Mariya Suzuki
Grief as Mythos
The stories of her I couldn’t collect, are lost to me now.
Nonfiction from Brandon Taylor
this. is everything.
How to be looked at by looking.
Nonfiction from Natalie Vestin
I still don’t know if I’m made for water.
Poetry from Marco Yan