Issue 3 Past Far Gone by Toby MacNutt
Tell me about her? / I can’t. Too much to be known.
Issue 3 Leda’s Womb by Alix Bosley
The egg waxes, the yellow white / of moon marrow, of stretched skin, / opaque with the dull stain of life blood speckling / the outer shell, enveloping the hard white.
Issue 2 two am by Kiara E. Bell
Driving down the highway / at two a.m. / I felt my heart stop / When I looked over and saw / Pale yellow / So round and full / Sensuous and curvy
Issue 2 The Metaphysics of a Wine, in Theory and Practice by Brandon O’Brien
whereas many more presumptuous / theories suggest an interpretive dance / in five deliberate movements (Marling & / Batmanglij 2017) or else a general physical / denial of body through writhing-as-dance / under strobe-lit dark, / the newly discovered academic consensus is that / multidimensional transcendent astral travel / is only possible through / wining
Issue 2 Sealskinned, Crowned by Hester J. Rook
I pour myself in / full and thick / like the syrup left from poaching pears / rich with cinnamon / star anise in my hair.
Issue 2 Only the Trees by Marina Berlin
A storm blew down / the tree your bones / nourished, through the / roots.
Issue 1 White Herons by Lana Bella
Love is a canvas with salt stains / on the wrist, hard wind nursed in / serpentine surfs, tuft of herons / turned white knitting rain to sails.
Issue 1 the lagahoo speaks for itself by Brandon O’Brien
you think I is the monster? / nah—I is just a funeral procession / with canine teeth.
Issue 1 Mirror, Reflect Our Unknown Selves by Tlotlo Tsamaase
I recall lying next to my sister, saying, / “Those with machine lungs don’t know how to exhale love. / Why do they come here to us?”
Issue 1 if ink could flow backward by M. Darusha Wehm
separating what is from what could be / I’d erase all the borders / I would melt the walls / edit history for you / if I could change time
Issue 0 White Bread Mother by Kate Lechler
My white bread mother is sliced thin. / She sidles from room to room on feet of soft crust.
Issue 0 the devil riding your back by Nicasio Andrés Reed
ten years old when the ocean spat beasts and they / walked the world with strides the size of cities and i hid / i coward-cowered from the noise of it and the dark
Issue 0 Speaking Language by Betsy Aoki
I am not speaking English now. / The lightest word will alter our trajectory. / The slightest touch, and another marvel / of translation blows itself to feathers
Issue 0 Jupiter of Jupiter by Lora Gray
Two seconds shy of / seven days, / clockwork heart capricious, / you haven’t spoken / since February or Ganymede.