Melissa Wiley Closer to Honey There were gold veins on her ceiling. If not gold, amber then, something resembling resin. They once were blue, the same as everyone else’s. Only so many years...
Emily Rose Cole Night of hacksaw wind & tick-fat moon, of dog groan & failed medication, night I’m filling with letters to the body I can’t sleep in: Dear body, get your shit...
Anita Olivia Koester after Jamaal May Girl with glitter wings painted on either cheek, spread purple up cheek bones. Girl with pink ribbons tied to handle bars, girl with purple bike...
Dylan Krieger and then the oinklets wriggle out of me in all their mammary glamor, in their interminable gallows laugh of nothing left but bereft receptacles and pentacles that lift. on top of...
Aaron J. Housholder They were old enough to have become nice boys, Jake and Jimmy, but somehow they had not. Their families would later describe them as upstanding young men who seemed so...
Victoria Bosch Murray This really happened. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway when she was three months pregnant, six years his senior. My sister loved quartz when she was still...
Laura Buccieri eats ice cream in the snow in february in new york because they’re on vacation and nothing else matters except that they are not where they normally are something else is...
Belle Boggs My mother had marked the offending date on the calendar with a dark cloud and two jagged bolts of lightning. Raindrops fell from the eighth to the other days of the month—the...
Mandy Clark A boy named Todd is taking a shortcut through his grandmother’s yard one day in 1981. He is twelve years old, and he lives twelve miles down Pennsylvania’s Route 61 from where...
Caroline Chavatel Around the corner, a photograph of a painting of a meteorite and behind it, a childhood swirled into color. The debris is the art, surviving impact. Outside is a security...