Issue #2: 7/19/96, 5:36am – William James
7/19/96, 5:36am The waterline rises, & a siren jolts the neighborhood awake with its howling. The sun is still crying, hasn’t stopped in days, you wonder if something broke its […]
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Issue #2: division, beyza ozer
division april 20, 1995 beyza lale ozer meaning: pure & white my mom looks down at me “gökten melek” meaning: angel from heaven my mother never had a second thought […]
Issue #2: 7901, Beyza Ozer
7901 my house was built on a hellmouth. there is a family of army ants that say they aren’t doing any damage but they say this while they crawl between […]
Issue #2: My mother calls the seasons into our home!, Catherine Martin
My mother calls the seasons into our home! my room is flushed in spring. my mother opened my window, drew our garden up the wall and into my bed, my […]
Issue #2: April 5th, Juliet Degree
April 5th Perfect exposure clear light on my skin but I worry about her and what lies within. Dogs tied to doorways induce fear by supernatural signs tied to my […]
Issue #2: April 16th, Shem Tane
April 16th I think the old man upstairs has forgot to turn off his christmas lights. Its the middle of May and reindeer lights flood my cupboards. I try to […]
Issue #2: Car Picnics, Josh Elbaum
— Car Picnics On good days, Zaydee would take me out for a car picnic in his rusty red Cadillac, the wide leather seat molded to his vastness, held him […]
Issue #2: Os Imigrantes, Jenna Rodrigues
Os Imigrantes (The Immigrants) After the painting “Os Imigrantes,” by Domingos Rebelo A small woman sits on the edge of her trunk, wrapped in island cloth, an attempt to hold […]
Issue #2: Another 4th of July, Jenna Rodrigues
Another 4th of July Then I see you in an antique farmhouse, checkered apron at the hip, mixing mojitos from fresh mint. The table set with yellow plates, red wine, […]
Issue #2: Chá Gorreana, Jenna Rodrigues
— Chá Gorreana The land is lined with tea fields, neat rows now harvested by machine. My great-grandmother picked the plant by hand when she lived here one hundred years […]
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