By Bareerah Y. Ghani To say I’m obsessed with Jamil Jan Kochai’s latest collection, The Haunting of Hajji Hotak and Other Stories, would be quite the understatement. It’s a fantastic,...
Issue 51.1 Art Gallery I Estructuras Insoportables I (Yellow) by Cecilia Prandi Acrylics on Canvas Estructuras Insoportables II (Green) by Cecilia Prandi Acrylics on Canvas CECILIA PRANDI was born in...
Kate Kadleck Remember when we named ourselves after condiments? When you licked the lamppost in front of my house? I can’t, for the life of me, recall whether (and if so, for how long) your...
Lizzy Ke Polishan peels. My father was a hoe and my mother was a rake. My brother, a fishbone; my sister, a crushed egg. I loved the dirt so much I turned it into my shoes. I loved...
Matthew Young Every night I cross a bridge. Every night I cross myself & ask to be forgiven for what I have & haven’t done. Father, Father, Father. My first confession was at eight...
Giljoon Lee Which came first? The egg or 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...
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....
Daniel Brennan the gift. the gift horse. the horse’s mouth. the rubber cut of tongue and sour steep of breath. the outstanding threat: never look. the troublesome desire to look. his tongue pressed...
Kale Hensley In vain, I wore this flesh as a mistake, bred so proper by this derelict age. Oh, despise do I the decorum of being crossed: be meek, forgive ...
C. E. Janecek FINDINGS: There is a T1 hypointense, T2 hyperintense lesion within the left anterior pituitary. This measures approximately 6 mm coronal by 5 mm sagittal by 7 mm craniocaudal. The...
Madie Barone “And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love.” Audre Lorde the whole...
Elaina Edwards Bluestems tangled in the chainlink fence where a clay red coyote hung quietly. This is a warning, mom said, and I nodded. She was doing better. Adjusting to the harsh chemicals and...
