Lauren Saxon bones. about kneecaps. how easily they dimple the earth’s wet surface. this poem is about kneeling. consider the body’s position. the way our limbs fold into one another. the way...
“Sunflowers” Acrylic on canvas Nataliia Burmaka graduated from the National Studio of Fine Arts of Boris Danchenko (Sumy, Ukraine) in 1999 and worked as a designer from 1999 to 2005....
Kurt David Due respect to the Weather Girls, but raining men would be the worst possible forecast. I’m not saying I don’t eat peaches with aplomb, I’m just saying I’m sick of alt-right...
“Unrestricted” Gouache on paper “Vocal” Gouache on paper Michael Moreth is a recovering Chicagoan living in the rural, micropolitan City of Sterling, the Paris of Northwest...
Ginger Ayla He was a two-pack-a-day smoker, on bad days three, and once on a smoke break explained how he first discovered cigarettes when he was 10, with his friend, sticking a clothes...
Keene Short Halfway up the hill, I smell it before I see it, before I hear the wasps and flies. Paint-stain fresh, mildew wine, an aftertaste of cherry bile. The smell pools where the path arcs and...
Joy David God could kill you and blame it on a bear. Being taught as I was about investing exclusively in car stocks, I was never awake to the possibility of heaven cleaning its teeth. Faith...
Carly Alaimo Morning Baby boosts herself up to stand using couch. Can now steal Big Girl’s puzzle. Big Girl brings down board over Baby’s head. To keep from screaming, Mommy recites the script...
Crystal Cox Since you asked, I’m answering with alien abduction stories, period underpants, midday séances under a tree, hoarding those bathroom towels with the fancy stitching, a few cans of...
