Category: Visitants

“Gin” by Ash Kemker

On the old desk covering a grain whorl dark with age, there was a green square bottle of gin unstoppered from its cork, the fluorescents ghostly through it, and the molecules of the gin sat listening to the two as they spoke, and the squat coniferous juniper in the gin

Three Poems by John Tustin

AFTER A FIFTEEN HOUR WORKDAY   Driving home I notice That the stars are green, My hands are pale blue And the streets are yellow Like that old brick road.   The moon is really made of cheese. I can smell it through the fog.   I get to my

Visual Art: “Painting During the Pandemic” by Christine Sloan Stoddard

I wake up every morning under the COVID-19 pandemic gripped by anxiety and then seek to soothe it through ritual. This ritual mainly involves making art and making myself up. I create to exert the intense energy buzzing in my chest and my brain. Holding a paintbrush or a camera

Short Story: “The Surveyor” by C.D. Frelinghuysen

On the final minutes of my sixty-fifth day away from Nantes, I found what I sought at the bottom of a gully: a pool of dirty liquid, rim ice already crusting in the dusk. With frigid and trembling hands I dragged the vial through it, then crawled back up to

“personality quiz” by Wanda Deglane

if your soul was an ice cream, what flavor would it be? rainbow sherbet melting peach-pink on your father’s child-fingers. rocky road but instead of nuts there are the beaks of baby doves. the marshmallows are already on fire. something purple and star-dusted that swivels like the head of an

“Dys-illusion” by Siobhan Dunlop

Started out simply, like everyone else. <head> <body> Okay, separation of mind and body. <head> </head> <body> </body> A basis for a webpage, but lacking something. <head> <thoughts> </head> <body> </body> There’s still something not quite right. <head> <thoughts> <who the fuck am i> </thoughts> </head> <body> <something wrong???> </body>

Book Review: “Retelling of History Fused with Afrofuturism in Sasha Banks’ america, MINE” by Maya Williams

Sasha Banks’ poetry collection america, MINE is not just an important retelling of ghosts and ancestors of our past in the scope of African American history; it is a premonition of what is to come in Black people’s future. It completely delivers beyond what is expected in a debut poetry

“Data” by Gretchen Gales

—In response to r/samplesize infographic “Body Perception in Men and Women”, published on the subreddit r/dataisbeautiful. “How old were you when you perceived your body (or parts of your body) as “ugly” for the first time?” Maybe my grandparents shouldn’t have given a 1st grader hot dogs and chips as

“Ladybugs” by Maya Williams

One day, I hope to be as kind to these ladybugs as my partner.   I call them an infestation in his home. He calls it a minuscule blanket of joy in the corners of the walls.   I call them an unexpected nuisance. He calls them an unexpected surprise.

Short Story: The Race by Zoey Howell-Brown {Speculative Fiction}

My department had “no idea” of the plan at hand to exterminate us all and re-create A “new America”. The date this will go into effect states April 24, 2034, which is two weeks from today. This office space always had this dreary feeling to it, but today it’s intensified

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