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Making My Uncle’s Skull Tattoos Speak I grab the skin, pinch and release the mouth (all skulls have one)—and my cousin grabs another skull— there are at least twenty to […]
Tag Archives: family
Issue #3 // I Tell My Therapist (It Wasn’t All That Bad) // Paige Chaplin
My mother likes to garden, but not enough to call herself a gardener. There was this one day in summer—back when I could call New Jersey home—she told me she […]
Issue #3 // His Pinky // Josh Elbaum
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 […]
Issue #3 // Ok Here’s a Good One // Josh Elbaum
My dad came home from college a bright-eyed atheist just in time to inform his parents he’d be spending high holidays on the couch reading comics My grandmother, who had […]
Issue #3 // Paradox for my Blood // Josh Elbaum
They would scream at each other in 7 languages so none of us could understand what we already couldn’t & did anyway Moshe & Celia return to Poland to fill […]
Issue #3 // Dear Brother // April Penn
When we lived in Louisiana, the cockroaches scared me to pieces at night with that humid air swirling its dense particles. I saw the long, foggy bodies of ghosts. And, […]
Issue #3 // Dad // April Penn
Growing up, I read you poetry. Dylan Thomas, your favorite. “And you my father…” Remember how the speaker turns to address his father directly? Like the speaker, I immersed in […]
Issue #3 // Everything you need to know about painting except how to do it // A.G. Abrams
When the decision is made to change the color of a wall in the bedroom of a twelve year old in the interior of a house in the middle-to-upper-class suburb […]
Issue #3 // Benediction for the men who hurt us part one // Zeke Russell
I woke up this morning, the dirt from my mother’s sunflowers still under my thumbnail. Haven’t dug there in three months. Yesterday I thought my hands were clean. Pulling up […]
Issue #3 // East Madison, Maine // January 1998, Zeke Russell
That winter the ice covered everything, and froze my brother’s car to the side of the house. And I crawled on my hands and knees up the driveway, slid back […]
Maps For Teeth 