Issue #3 // Em // Melissa Newman-Evans
There is something that is true about everyone in this room. No matter who you are or where you come from, You were once a child. Three feet tall and […]
There is something that is true about everyone in this room. No matter who you are or where you come from, You were once a child. Three feet tall and […]
I am afraid of ghosts. I found too many when I picked apart my bloodline saw them smiling back. called it a haunting. every spooky ghost house got a gnarled […]
Jamie and Miranda were the only girls out in middle school. We didn’t see them much outside of homeroom but in gym, they were always sit-up partners. They were really […]
My hometown is on fire, 353,000 acres burned. The first news I’ve read from her since three years ago says do you remember your father’s house? The garden in the […]
28,may / new york i am in something we call ‘open air.’ someone has turned the volume up on human movement, and i find myself standing on subway platforms just […]
I think you’ve been going out. I think you’ve hit four-way stopsigns, a few rocks, my ankle. I think it’s been night and mountain silent, stars like sneezing, and you […]
at fifty-two my mother is ready to bomb our family home the lawn is rocky dirt and holes from dead trees finally excavated before they tipped in a storm the […]
I The sound of millions of eyes blinking the sound of every insect’s wings pushing air is here in this black I use to tell you I had not heard […]
flesh covered question mark shriveled around a nail when asking after the stump I am shushed a sound I become accustomed to hearing whenever wondering aloud about anything interesting had […]
a reproduction/ our only photo/ that survived the war/ sister Dora/ the same one still knocking on the wrong side/ of the wrong door/ each night/ looks to the left […]