by Cameron Haramia
Image: Rahn Marion
A whole village of Italian chefs as baby
mobile above my crib. One of them,
they might say later, the most mischievous,
stoops down to caress my kindling chin. Continue Reading
by Trevor Conway
Image: Enda Conway
Now that we take these streets together,
this city buds with fruits to savour.
Before, its bland mysteries
were dense as the voices we heard. Continue Reading
by Daniela Olszewska
Image: Caitlin Sacks
I’ve got trees. Tiny trees. I wear them in a bracelet.
Everyone comments on how clever I am.
I am not clean. Nuclear energy disgusts me.
My intestines glow in the dark. It’s embarrassing. Continue Reading
by Chelsea Margaret Bodnar
Image: Devon Christman and Chelsea Margaret Bodnar
After the flood, white caskets poked out from the ground like strange impacted teeth; your face and hands are real, your thoughts placed in your head meticulous by ancient aliens or ghosts. That must be it; the only way that anything makes sense. This one they gave you only ties you down, makes you recite the dictionary backwards. Good witch insists you’re capable of much more than you know, kills you with kindness, tearstained and stuck at the x’s, your hair held back in vines, an old house with tinted windows. An old window, the panes held back in lead, curved out to the street below. Continue Reading
by Jennifer Skelton
Image: Mistral Celeste Khan-Becerra
Edie Sedgwick’s ghost is crying alone in a corner and all I can do is offer her cigarettes. They aren’t even my cigarettes, but I offer her a few nonetheless. She blows smoke rings and digs her hand into a candy bowl full of powder. We are still. Continue Reading
by Sophie Blais
Mange ma fille, mange salope !
Le porno c’est comme les films de super-héros, et __
j’ai mis mes tétons dans l’agrafeuse en écoutant
cette pépite, mais puisque tu ne bandes pas
j’me débine. Continue Reading
by Jane Akweley Odartey
Image: Jane Akweley Odartey
if things happen like thick happenings
can it, adding first the nuts. loads of the nuts.
of course the squirrels are obvious too
obviously fur rabbits to even affect effect Continue Reading
by Benjamin Niespodziany
Image: Benjamin Niespodziany
The shirtless cucumber slow dances to the
slide guitar, lives in my basement. I sell
scrapped laptops at garage sales and make
a fortune. Continue Reading
by Leah Sophia Dworkin
Image: Leah Sophia Dworkin
I really hope that I don’t
love you until the day I die slash does it ever snow at open sea?
If we were losers, we could all use our beauty. Continue Reading
by Vanessa Peterson
Image: Olivia Parkes
just to be your man. I fall in love
with your eyes. Cute dress. Do me
a favor—wear them more often.
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