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...
Megan Eralie-Henriques Look closely at my hands. Notice how I’ve shredded the skin around my jagged nails. Look closer. See my fingernails picking at wounds, scarcely able to scab over. Bleeding,...
To Grow, You Have to Look at Your Roots Acrylic on canvas Through visual storytelling, Larissa Monique Hauck confronts the complexities of queer feminine identity contrasted with the resilience of...
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...
Jaime Gill September Well, this was a bloody stupid idea. About two months ago, you said, half-joking I think, that I should hire a therapist. “Don’t be absurd,” I said. “I’m...
Adon M. Oil on wood panel Jeni was born in Mill Valley, California across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. Jeni moved down to Santa Monica, California and attended SMASH, an alternative...
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...
