Lydia Kim Every few days, a hair pokes up from the glossy surface of the hairline pimple she popped. It had crusted over like a manhole cover, then healed and left a slight, smooth curve. She pulls...
Wedding Bouquet Acrylic on stretched canvas, 65 x 90 cm Nataliia Burmaka (Ukraine/Finland) is a poet and an artist. Her works were shown in exhibitions in Finland and were featured in magazines such...
grace (ge) gilbert A text that read “I love you” and a follow up to qualify what that meant. That there is something familiar, like we’ve seen each other in a past life. The guilt of the dream...
Jumaana Abdu 2025 Fiction Contest Winner Luqmān waited until Hābil was dead before he took stock of their camp. There was an eagle at the mouth of the cave with a brown snake under its claw. It...
“As far as half the way to the Gateway” Analog photograph, black and white “As far as half the way to the Gateway” Analog photograph, black and white Phi Phi AN is a...
Jordan Hamel Fraternal twin rivers womb the memorial plaza. A town in utero, pet food cannery, chapel of ease, hockey rink, camping store. We carried folding chairs to the oxbow behind the...
James Gianetti My parents struggle to tell me something while we have Christmas dinner. They avoid it between cleared throats, sips of wine, and futile conversation about inflation and how warm it is...
Under a Rising Tide Digital photography No Further North Digital photography Briana Gervat is a poet, photographer, and art historian. She is the author of two travel memoirs: Mosaic and I Once Was a...
Kate Garcia and I want to be hot. I want to be hot in a girl way and a boy way. A bot way. A seventeen-year-old way and like my mom. So hot that the wheels fall off—I’m out of control! So hot I...
Barbara T. Parker You are allowed one drink only, so make it count. My secret mission. I’m on my way to Old Town, the first night out since I became a shadow, abruptly and irreversibly over...
