“Verum, n.” by Erin Emily Ann Vance

  Verum, n. This rough star crackling in the broken pot, slipping the acrid red fumes, into my eyes jags in the flow of hot syrup, like the long nails of a delicate and unwashed child trailing her fingers across the glass of a cool lake covered in moss, moss-covered. The hard bark spiny and alert, the banks like wounds, along the mud-red shores, my nose burns with the acidic blood lake, the slow spin of the star singing ‘Oh sink, sink, sink.’             … Continue reading “Verum, n.” by Erin Emily Ann Vance

“I SLICED INTO MY NAIL BED WITH A RAZOR BLADE BY ACCIDENT WHILE LISTENING TO RANCID AND WASHING OUT YELLOW HAIR DYE, AND DESPITE THIS BEING POSSIBLY THE MOST PUNK ROCK THING ABOUT ME, I STILL SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ‘OH FUCK'” by Kate Wilson

of course this is all to say I collected the droplets of blood in a little glass vial with a cork lid and added plant growth … Continue reading “I SLICED INTO MY NAIL BED WITH A RAZOR BLADE BY ACCIDENT WHILE LISTENING TO RANCID AND WASHING OUT YELLOW HAIR DYE, AND DESPITE THIS BEING POSSIBLY THE MOST PUNK ROCK THING ABOUT ME, I STILL SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, ‘OH FUCK’” by Kate Wilson

“Out-of-Body” by Wanda Deglane

            Wanda Deglane is a psychology/family & human development student at Arizona State University. Her poetry has been published or forthcoming on Dodging the Rain, Rust + Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, and elsewhere. She writes to survive. Wanda is the daughter of Peruvian immigrants, and lives with her giant family and beloved dog, Princess Leia, in Glendale, Arizona.     Continue reading “Out-of-Body” by Wanda Deglane