Gross Domestic Problem

Kylie A HoughDecember 27, 2023

What’s the opposite of a capitalist. I’m you and you’re me but it seems strange. Ecofeminist. Seems, being the operative word. Progress versus connection. But i...

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Untitled

Zoe KorteDecember 22, 2023

Nostalgia is a small, brassy machine that longs to be a rare fish. Chew it and it will taste of breastmilk. It is a robin and a chapel, but not lemongrass. ...

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Vampire Want Ad

Patrick Paridee SamuelDecember 20, 2023

I saw a vampire at the baths last week mid-July, 1976, Tim Dlugos notes in his New York diaries. I seek that undead deserving an entire entry, not noncha...

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Self-portrait As Schrodinger’s Cat

Paul ChuksDecember 12, 2023

In a box where nothing justifies my blackness, I am the temperature of the sky a minute after sundown. Only apostasy and my lust for godhood have kept me away f...

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The Rating Game

Karen CrawfordDecember 5, 2023

Maybe I’m late to your work party on purpose and there’s a line to kiss the ring (your new boss’s ring) and she’s Silicon Valley cheekbones honeyed extensions c...

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Parallel

Emily CementinaDecember 4, 2023

I remember blue from the window rodeo horses shadows outside pawn shop jewelry our glittering fingers At the altar you waited thought of state ...

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I want to take you to the record store

David ColodneyNovember 19, 2023

& marry you at the checkout counter catching muses & trading glances browsing dusty racks.         You wander down the aisle labeled “country” & ...

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SONNET 1

Zoe Contros KearlNovember 13, 2023

Late summer, hot heat, I navigate my wants, my skincare, SPFs. It is Real Feel 114 degrees and I cannot seem to get a fucking grip. My own mother’s hands, he...

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Could I be anymore…

Victoria NordlundNovember 6, 2023

Matthew Perry died yesterday at 54. This hit me hard. Maybe because I am 54 too. & John Ritter was 54 when his heart gave out. He was my first crush. I l...

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detox

Austin DavisNovember 5, 2023

i call the clinic while u fix us a drink then we waste away the afternoon kissing on the couch with the curtains half-drawn this isn’t ur 1st relapse t...

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Pressing Rewind on the Tape of It All

J.P. HuberOctober 31, 2023

Let there be light – and then, cities blossom beneath sirened skies like they’re gasping for air. Silent black crafts flock to the tarmac. Ice plenishes the...

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“Freaky” and “Friends”

Julián MartinezOctober 11, 2023

Freaky I meant to tellthe birthday boyhe was the oldesthe’d ever been,but I said, “you’re asold as you’ll ever be,”and his parentsdidn’t bat an eye Fr...

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References

MaryelizabethSeptember 19, 2023

One time Clay and Rob at the rental shop didn’t make me pay the late fee on some cross country skis and they said maybe instead you could bring us some cookies ...

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Stiff Drinks in Key West

Erica ReidSeptember 13, 2023

—a pecha kucha à la Terrence Hayes      The airport in Key West maintains a bar at baggage claim. It is easy to tell which passengers are arriving ...

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For Fuck’s Sake

Amy RothschildSeptember 11, 2023

“‘Everyone dies one day. Everyone. Even wolves. But not books. Not words. Words don’t die.’ --my son, 3, who is a lot smarter than I am” “Oh fuck off Rebecca ...

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The Nature of Emoji Rabbits

Quinn WhiteSeptember 10, 2023

I dropped a white rabbit emoji at the hypnotist’s feet. He asked, Why rabbits? Days passed. I sent more rabbits. Why on my mind, loud Debussy, sunset, a sip...

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I Danced with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight and All I Got Was This Lousy Shirt

Bre D'AlessioSeptember 8, 2023

Her hair was a cascading wave I thought I could climb. The way she threw her head back with laughter those strands enveloped her. It was her hands, though s...

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Barbie at 50

Philip Dean WalkerSeptember 4, 2023

Her dream house doesn’t have a number. Just write 123. Put the letter in the pink plastic mailbox. She doesn’t open her door for anyone anymore. Not even th...

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When Michael Jackson Sang Sweet and High

Dana RobbinsAugust 31, 2023

My new friend with the soft face and fluffy Afro sat next to me in French class. We were both nerds, bonded chatting about Elizabethan England, Did you know...

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Watching the Apocalypse from Goodwill

Deborah BrownAugust 23, 2023

The sky is vomit green, like the apocalypse is coming, like I’m eight and staring out the doors of the save-u-more in Alaska while my mom shops for groceries in...

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Preservation, decoration, olive oil, sea salt

Alan HansonAugust 14, 2023

I’m wondering which body of water you’ve bog-bodied your beauty into some tawdry taxidermy while I wait for mothballs and murderous hues of blue staring a...

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a story about a boy whose arms are tentacles

Casey GarfieldAugust 1, 2023

(after the sea shanty 'the eddystone light') dad was a lighthouse keeper, mum was a sort of octopus mermaid. chat magazine called us the octo-tuplets even t...

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Therapy

C. HeyneJuly 31, 2023

I swear there’s a body in the lake. Bobbing. Somewhere. I’ve gone to the pier once a week every week for years, trying to find it again. I bring out binoculars....

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Inquiring minds want to know…

Victoria NordlundJuly 31, 2023

  Harvard astrophysicist Avi Loeb may have found pieces of alien technology gleaned from a meteor that crashed into Papua New Guinea in 2014 … Ten ti...

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A Long Line at the Rummage Sale

Randy W. PerkinsJuly 17, 2023

A child's version of wisdom sits alone on the edge of years of dingy decisions. Moments patterned in plaid like a dirty old shirt that screams maturity los...

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Whatever it Takes to Fit into Our Calvin Klein Jeans, 1981

M.R. MandellJuly 16, 2023

Happiness hinges on hips that twist into Calvin Klein jeans, size zero. Strutting like a fevered Saturday night, we prance past boys, chins cocked over ...

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Looking for a Job

Nathaniel Kennon PerkinsJuly 11, 2023

Squinting at my computer screen while the light fades in my apartment. Through the open window howls headache traffic, and I think, every single one of...

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To A Zoom Crush

Grace NovarrJune 29, 2023

In the white and unglamorous small box slipping off the screen, the new texture of our days beams onto us like silk screen. The next taut hour is stretched ov...

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Britney’s New Look

Victoria NordlundJune 18, 2023

It’s been twenty years since you kissed Madonna at the VMA’s. And I saw on TikTok that you did it again at your wedding last June. (But maybe that was deep ...

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Beast Mode

DebaseryJune 13, 2023

is this an appropriate time to go full panic attack mode or is it not the vibe i’m looking out the window like I always do Ethel Cain was our Florida g...

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