“The Rain” & “Experiments” by Dawn Watts

The Rain The winding path reveals a violent storm as an uncut trail. My feet journey forward, regardless. My limbs flail about wet like waves of emotion trying to reconcile a memory. The tragedy devastates my mind walking through an ocean of lovers. Yet, still, I travel alone, exposed, watching

“Acid Spring” by Camille Rosas

O Love, what a joy to be sick from the same dam, same factory guzzled wind. A garden of poisons blossoms in my belly, identical to yours as if we were two continents split from the same rotten land.   May our children be blessed with one more of everything—

“The Garden” by Zach Murphy

The wildflowers wilt over their own feet as I trudge through the dusty, jaded soil. One of my legs is broken. My mouth is parched. And my stripes burn. I wonder if the workers before me dealt with this kind of heat. I wonder if the workers after me will

“Voltage Birds” by Emma Miao

Call them Screeners: a generation existing entirely in virtual reality. Here is the chip implanted from the incubator. Here is the birthmark from artifice, tattooed on a scalp. Pleasure is a monotonous blur of plastic & machine, whispering down the tube-fed youth. It’s a seamless frenzy. All the while fires

“A Little Piece of Heaven” an interview with Christine Sloan Stoddard by Zeny May Recidoro

Heaven is a Photograph by Salvadoran-American artist and author, Christine Sloan Stoddard, speaks of a self emerging and unraveling with every photograph and poem. This book locates itself beyond the contrived and natural, imagined and real, and is considered by its author a work of parafiction*. Sloan Stoddard’s ultimate success

“Infinite Loop” by Greg Thompson

The cursor blinked over the empty gray code editor. Heated sentences from earlier restarted with each click of the cat clock’s tail. I parsed the sentences, evaluated the sentiments of words and phrases, and analyzed the points. Two in the morning. Eyes in the screen glared back. The false starts

“PAPA ALPHA X-RAY” by Ashley Bardhan

“Step one is to load.” a tap on the shoulder tap water running brown sex is more important than food giggling in the creek naked shoes off creaking wood floor wet with sweaty longing cat scattering mewling one two three “Now you’re ready to aim.” yeah I’m a man’s man

“Networking” by Elton Gahr

William didn’t expect much from the computer in his pocket. He had been part of a neural network AI research project for some time and while they had improved them considerably when dealing with a problem had a limited set of results it was hard to imagine any value in

“Burn If You Dare” by K. E. Farkash

Ashes swirled above the peaks, and pushed by winds older than time, poured over the cliffs of Arizona’s Mogollon Rim and Mount Baldy. Tempests gathered at the feet of both mountains. Commanded by flurries, two thunderstorms formed, intensified, and unfolded southward, shrouding the lowland skies in cloaks of iron-colored vapor.

“Delphic Irony” by Tolu Oloruntoba

The witches three, long-sighted, short, astigmatic, give the prophecy you must fulfill, or not. Look at the trifocal injury your father gave, as you sharpen your own stake. Look at me running from the drink that drowned his brother, and from self-control. Foretold wars do not kill the lame; do

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