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“Window is Born” by Marie Vibbert
Window is Born Window is born Default properties X, Y, color Window has child Sprites (Open Photoshop sprites my beautiful children I have forgotten ) My fingers drop code blocks like dough too dry to clump { Fold these } Window spawns sprite, buttons, text Dangling children growing features Primitive UI I don’t indent enough. […]
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Back Online
👋 We’re back. If you have any reviews of the way the sky looks at 2am, interviews with previous mental health states, poems about organizing the bugs under your basement foundation, or essays about the politics of teeth–send them our way, friends. We’ve began accepting only 7 pieces per month. We’re also seeking an artist […]
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“Ghosts Remembering the Future, or, The World was Over Long Ago” by Mauve Perle Tahat
During this pandemic, there is a lot of discussion of an apocalypse. “Apocalypse” implies the world didn’t already end. In A Billion Black Anthropocenes or None, Kathryn Yusoff expands on the impact of colonialism, particularly since contemporary groups of people were sold for their bodies and labor. She places the first transatlantic slave voyage at […]
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Athena Dixon Q&A by Gabrielle Lawrence
Athena Dixon founded Linden Avenue Literary Journal in 2012 as a way to claim her own space. After ending a marriage, she wanted to prove to herself that she was capable, talented, and worthy on her own. That same year, after being called to expand and emerge, she decided to return to prose, a genre […]
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“The Ladder” by Fred Pollack
Art by Kate Shaw The joke you had to explain. The vision that moved no one. The pedantic tone. The embarrassing confession abandoned halfway. When across freshened skies jetpacks jockey and curtsey, and solar-powered dirigibles preside like funny gods, you’re not invited. It’s possible in your room with effort to detach yourself progressively from […]
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“Snow Day” by Gaurav Madan
Art by Kate Shaw This story was originally published by Jaggery. Quickly shutting the door of his dad’s old station wagon, Kabir worked the zipper of his hoodie toward his stubbly chin. The wind tore through the parking lot burying itself in the spaces between his shoulders. The afternoon extended through layers of gray. […]
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“Kaa’s Trance” by Hibah Shabkhez
Ereyesterday, my pen could write this tale In the rich tongue of my own earth-mother; Overmorrow, a tapping thumb will nail Its fate to the sails of the conqueror.    It trembles. It cries to the story-dew Avaunt! ‘You’re wrong. I don’t belong. To you’ Today, like yesterday, like tomorrow Language bars the […]
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“A Humble Visionary” by Emanuel Magno
He is a type of worm. Not just a bookworm, but a multilayered, multimedia little annelid, perhaps the same one Machado dedicated his works to, but maybe not. Always talking of wormholes, and when doing so one is always tempted to think of them as his holes, not necessarily through a continuum space-time in the […]
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“After the relationship there is the Dissection” by Anita Goveas
The Abdomen The scar itself is not the issue. Medicine is a wonder, this is not a list of the joys a surgeon’s knife can bring. But to revel in it, to take pride in it, to continue to wear bikinis. What can be done with someone without a proper sense of shame? 2. The […]
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“Bottle Gods”: a triptych by Ben Niespodziany
Ben Niespodziany is a night librarian at the University of Chicago. He runs the multimedia art blog [neonpajamas] and has had work published in Ghost City Press, formercactus, Occulum, and a handful of others.
TERSE. Journal : fears. futures. phantasmagorical. funsized. 