Margaret Ezra Zhang The Two Times I Loved You Most in LA Once, upon Ubering across UCSB to meet our respective Internet boyfriends, we took a selfie in the mirror of a public restroom. It was the first time in a week we would be apart, but it was okay because the boyfriends were […]
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Anne Marie Wells Not Meant for Catacombs “The cemetery of Camogli is one of the most popular in the area because of its location on the touristy Italian Riviera, in a historic harbour town.” (EuroNews, Feb. 23, 2021) An Italian, cliffside cemetery collapsed in a landslide, releasing two hundred coffins into the brackish abyss […]
Neha Maqsood you see that? that is where Pakistan held me. beyond the ridge, where the twin minarets materialize. on inclement days, allah calls upon me five times, but I hear him twice— thrice on a less blue day. stretches, where I’m veiled from conviction until the hourly rinsing of bodies. at night, Karachi […]
Gabrielle Griot Torch Song They say you can tell a lot about a person by looking through their bag. I always wanted to be the kind of woman who carried a reusable water bottle, the kind who never lost her tube of Chapstick. Instead I carry empty packets of blotting papers, unopened billing statements. […]
Sonya Lara Small and Feathered I. Papí, your mistake made us gods. The birdhouse you built swayed in the wind the way a tango dancer’s back arches & sunk the birds further from the sky. Were you building your own Eden? Not everything bloomed. The apple & pear trees, […]
AE Hines Ghost Story Let’s meet back at that thatched-roof-excuse for a hotel, perched at the edge of the sea. Where the jungle at night lights itself in a soft green fire, fluorescent lichens and moss ambling across the root and trunk of every braided tree. We’ll wave goodbye to the […]
Samantha Blysse Haviland Pineapples in December In the winter when my lips are chapped I suck them into my mouth and bite off the skin. Then I fill a bowl from the cafeteria with pineapple and eat it out in the snow. My ass gets wet and cold. The fruit soaks into […]
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Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach Week 34: Cantaloupe The first color they see is red. The second, a deeper still. Your son asks about blood. Wants to see it rise to the surface. There are times you forget to flush. He sees traces. Bites his tongue or the inside of his cheek while eating cantaloupe. Red […]
V. Batyko Milk Teeth My first teeth sprung from mother’s calcium. Some hung loose like tired breasts begging to be torn away. I never let them drop off simply— always the sharp red yank. Then new teeth erupted from my gums, perfect squares assembled not from her, but from cold cow’s milk, buttered toast […]
