“And we know Ascension is this: the breaking of day around us, pulsing the way a new heart might pulse—or pivot on its transatlantic axis.”
Excerpt taken from ‘Ode to an Aviatrix’ by Bethany Carlson.
you say to yourself that was then.
Poetry from Alfredo Aguilar
The View from My Mother’s Window
I didn’t want to drape myself in mourning black.
Poetry from Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
Theory on Giving Myself Away
My face is made of watercolor.
Poetry from Edwin A. Bodney
the integrity of a long absence.
Poetry from Lauren Camp
Ode to an Aviatrix
pulsing the way a new heart might pulse.
Poetry from Bethany Carlson
What the water took
It felt good to say we missed him.
Nonfiction from Annabelle Carvell
My Breath is Black
Why am I running if not for my life?
Poetry from DéLana R.A. Dameron
whole kingdoms planted in their backyards.
Poetry from Tyree Daye
I spill myself and come unstuck.
Poetry from Logan February
His feathers crimson-soaked in sunrise.
Poetry from Matthew Layne Glasgow
Hex for Home Coming Queen
The implement by which you are measured.
Poetry from Nick Greer
As if to say, I too can change.
Poetry from Joseph Han
How to Drown
chasing nothing but what she left behind.
Poetry from Devin Kelly
I could split the binding open easily.
Fiction from Ariel Lewis
13 Views from an Airport
driving in its shadow along the unfurling highway.
Fiction from Nicole Mansour
Looking for Squirrels, a Love Note
their absence creating a lingering magic.
Nonfiction from Scott Russell Morris
I paddle through the rest of the day.
Nonfiction from Donald Edem Quist
The dream thickened and dropped where it rotted.
Poetry from Justin Phillip Reed
ghosts mistaking my hand for veins.
Poetry from José Vadi
shape of the eyes, folds of a mouth.
Poetry from R.A. Villanueva
An Interview with
Their voices needed to be distinct.
Feature from Esmé Weijun Wang