“Endless Blue” by Katie Nickas

A little after midnight, my head lifts off the pillow to the sound of static. A screen crackles. A siren issues a warning. Something is breaking, like an insect cracking through amber and crawling up through the millennia. This is a test of your consciousness. At dawn, I awaken to

“The Neighbour” by Samuel Strathman

Slipshod tread, plop –  into a ready-made grave.    Bethany’s tracks were followed into the thicket,  cynosure at its finest.   It takes a perfect creep to pull off this kind of abduction.   Larvae and forest swathe her from head to toe, wrists and ankles broken – necrosis, vulned

“aspirational recycling” by Alessandra Davy-Falconi

the world is always more full of women than full of men, I know  the idea of more women always sounds more exciting than  the idea of more men, I don’t know  how it happened, that the unbearable lightness of being is really the unbearable weight of feeling, we say

“almost” by Jayant Kashyap

almost (adv) after Amy Wolstenholme   A friend says the most essential words in our gut are never truly accessed,   like the words in a dictionary, amidst which we search often for flabbergasted (verb) or bamboozled (verb), but never almost (adv):   we almost always miss it by an

“The Relaxation” by Sonny Creek

The alarm on my watch jolts me awake. The window blinds are programmed to open to when alarm is set to go off, and as such, soft light fills the room. I get up with a groan and rub the sleep from my eyes. The infotainment screen descends from the

“Musica Universalis And The Pythagorean Love Song” by Shome Dasgupta

Theorem as it was as bale and bale across a dew singed plain settled in silence and so side and side they went in pair to search for conjectures of breadth–only to split at angle’s base like raised arms in plea to close their eyes and feel their ankles traced

“Things are Different” by Corey Howard

When you’re dehydrated You’re facing absolution, You’re subtracting from          Yourself. You can     Add, if you pay attention. The world is a set up            Distraction, illusion          From the whole point        Of hydration. Is the body its own security,     Own cell and guard?    One time, a whole lot     Go against a whole

“Sing” by J.A. Pak

In the Hespian Woods, I had a childhood friend, a wind demon. His name was Auriga. We used to glide through the woods together, me on his back. Auriga was wiry and very deft, easily flying through twisted boughs and matted roots. Together, we learned to slip in and out

“A Tumour with No Colour” by Olúwádáre Pópóọla

I looked at life snuffed out of a black man like he were my mother’s pagne, lunging from the shadows of blue uniforms like  earth escaping flood, ark seeking land.   I wasn’t there but I know him and how his skin pores broke into bells that couldn’t take a

“The Wall” by Lannie Stabile

Mother. Ravaged. By. Soft. Heart. By. Men. With. Dead. Nails. Gums. Livers. Fists. Daughter. Witnessed. Weeping. Bruising. Cowering. Fridge. Bears. Broom. Smile. He. Tried. To. Beat. Her. Clean. Steered. Us. Into. Oncoming. Traffic. Shook. Hands. With. Kitten. Neck. Called. Me. Cunt. Asked. Me. To. Piss. For. Him. Camel. Cigarettes. Mohawk.

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