I Would Slap an Elf in the Middle of Winter
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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Poetry
Untitled (turning points)
by Renaud Héléna
Image: Renaud Héléna
Untitled (Turning points)
2018
Mixed Media Continue Reading
WILD SALMON
by Grace Yamada
Image: Alex Highet
The Yale student who was killed in a crash the day she graduated
The one with a job offer at the New Yorker
Some people get everything
<3 letter to tim gunn from project runway
by ari k. castañeda
Image: Ingabirano Nintunze
dear tim, what is femininity
is it devil-may-care-hair
or is it wearing a rabbit
mask with a neo-romantic
meets neoprene aesthetic in a field
of bemused cows is it broken
flowers or black glamour Continue Reading
nociceptor
by Chelsea Tadeyeske
Image: Madge Maril
i remember being fascinated by the fact
that sharks are older than trees
and made up entirely of cartilage
half as dense as bone Continue Reading
FOR HIS BIRTHDAY
by Matthew Vasiliauskas
Image: Ericka Duffy
He was given a door for his birthday,
an affordable door his parents had first
seen in Stinson’s catalogue and had saved
every last penny to purchase. How he loved
this door, and bestowed on his mother
and father several kisses an hour in gracious Continue Reading
Shout Out to the Instagram Folks Who Post Several Selfies Every Day
by Doug Paul Case
Image: Doug Paul Case
The natural light in my bathroom
is finicky: blinding at eight and barely
trickling by noon. My neighbor
has a tree. I spend afternoons
calculating other possible orbits, but
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A Kid Going By
by Ambika Thompson
Image: Tanno Pippi
A kid going by on his rollerblades
A. Spits at me. It’s unpleasant. Lands on my left cheek. The kid’s clearly congested. This is how the day starts. Sitting on a park bench pretending I’m doing something. Staring at birds. The budding leaves on trees. Anything to make me think of something else. Anything else. Or nothing at all. Try to achieve nothingness. Breathe in and out quickly. Someone passes me by. Asks if I’m ok. I ask for a tissue. The glob is still on my cheek. Continue Reading
& when i jump the sky will catch me
by Kathryne David Gargano
Image: E. Spear
the last you’ll speak & the first my ever
after doesn’t look like you no hair no body i
wake myself with walking knife to the edge
& if i jump i didn’t fall / this dress too long Continue Reading
What They Know & Interview with the Poet Alan Irid Fendi
by Alan Irid Fendi
Image: Alan Irid Fendi
Interviewed by Jane Flett
There’s a boy set aflame when the sun comes up—that means everyday. I don’t know who he is because he’s probably a refugee. And refugees are everywhere these days—that means everyday. Continue Reading