Issue #2: The Island, Ariel Baker-Gibbs
The Island on the island, there is no water. whatever does not sink into the ground is held in cisterns. once we have enough we cannot save the rest. the […]
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Issue #2, Deer, Ariel Baker-Gibbs
deer it was dark. the fawn was crying. we’d never heard a deer’s voice before. it couldn’t get up. we didn’t know what to do. we went home. we tried […]
Issue #2: Wanderings, Gemma Cooper-Novack
Wanderings Hill My uncle lives on Mount Olympus—seriously, that’s what it’s called. Streets are lined with bulky monstrosities, gaudy and baroque. No one walks up the steep roads, except for […]
Issue #2: All Creatures, Gemma Cooper-Novack
All Creatures Ellie and I were seven-year-old animal rights activists, passionate city kids with nowhere to turn but our own gerbils and salamanders and the pigeons in the park. We […]
Issue #2: My Cabin Never Leaks When It Doesn’t Rain, Gemma Cooper-Novack
My Cabin Never Leaks When It Doesn’t Rain If you’ve learned one thing from a lifetime in America it’s probably that the nation is full of corners. That it’s easy […]
Issue #2: Rant is a word I’ve learned, Shana Bulhan Haydock
Rant is a word I’ve Learned I. on the scale of -13 to 640, how sure are you of your safety? i would like to tell you this came to […]
Issue #2: Boston Pigeon Pier, Michael F. Gill
– Boston Pigeon Pier Dear Pigeon, Thank you for visiting me on my underwater lunch break. I can not help but wonder if your flagrant obesity was your own choice, or […]
Issue #2: Nana, Marisa Glynn
I hope my grandmother dies before I get married. I have said this many times, how it stings like a bug zapper in my chest. A flicker of guilt before […]
Issue #2: for my hometown, William James
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
Issue #2: FOR ETHYL, LOT 12, William James
– For Ethyl, Lot 12 who rarely left her trailer, unless it was to yell at us neighborhood kids again—this time, the errant kickball splatted wetly against her bedroom window, […]
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