Mary Simmons Yes. Yes. What else is there to say? There are no wolves in the forest. We killed them all and let our children beg. Meat in the sun, sweet enough. Basketfuls of hungry, hungry flies....
Giljoon Lee Which came first? The eggor the sperm. The apple or the throat.My throat closing in on itself. Umma putting sweet yuja tea to my lips.Saying, When the body is ill, the nectar drains...
Alex Bortell I shed fistfuls. Natural poacher, confused when I’m born finless. You hold two catfish by the gills. Spear me in the Muskegon. The Cougar’s ashtray lined with buds. I sift through...
Apollo Chastain “You can win a pistol!!!” I remove the white chiclet gum, which I have been chewing so long it’s lost flavor, from under my tongue. I hand...
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...
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...
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...
Megan Blankenship This is the kind of place I grew up: as a child I thought it was a law that names of towns contain “rock” or “mountain.” I knew four towns, and Little Rock was culture. ...
Mollie O’Leary I’d spent the morning staring down into a caldera, ropes of steam moving past me to pursue their own relentless cycles. I could see the city below, ...
