Volume #27

Thursday, March 23, 2023

Featured Artists:

“THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN” & “THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS”

POETRY by:
CLARE MARIE SCHNEIDER

When we first met I noticed a dark stain / And I knew you as perfect, sloppy too./ If you left me at sea I would find peace, / A new, wet ground that groans and rocks with me...

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“OCTOBER”

POETRY by:
EMMA WINSOR WOOD

I am here. As if here. Writing a poem under conditions which are not
ameanable to it. As Bernadette Mayer advised. What if a conjunction
were a verb. I and you a something to keep you from something something. You but me away. I so all alone in my room. Who is
the sad girl, Mommy? Meaning it stinks in here...

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“MEMORY TEETH”

PROSE by:
RACHEL KAHN

She used to dream of a treasure boat. Ruby red eyes searching the blues, the sea wore emerald and sapphire. Slow waves grinding on untamed stone. Time smoothes everything...

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“SKETCHES IN THE GARDEN”

POETRY by:
HALEY JOY HARRIS

i saw my face in its geode / reflecting back in tiny / fractured / multitudes / crystal cavity / relic of its own mouth / mechanics / it fit so cleanly / in perrenail robotics / a small continent / i found it in the grass / outside the church / i believe / it underwent a perlious / whiplash...

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Volume #26

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Featured Artists:

“TRACE”

HYBRID by:
OLGA MIKOLAIVNA

(trace) / to trace back a line in the sand. to follow a path of no return. to tread a path lightly. paths of the forest that she’d imagined in the pages of her journal...

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“BACH” & “A WAY IN”

POETRY by:
ZOE CONTROS KEARL

practice radical hospitality / see the sacred embedded / in the structures of nature / an ice storm caused / many trees to split..

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“THE COMPUTER ROOM”

FICTION by:
EMMA ENSLEY

It’s summer and I spend my days at my best friend and next door neighbor’s house, upstairs in her computer room, surrounded by our sleeping bags. Her name is Liz.I love the computer room at Liz’s, because I love the internet and playing games like The Sims. My family doesn’t have a computer yet. Some nights, we play The Sims until after midnight, because it’s summer and there’s nothing to wake up for...

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INTERVIEW: NIK OCTOBER-CLYDESDALE

INTERVIEW by:
EJ KNEIFEL

i think when you’re making something, you should want to touch it. and sometimes i succeed, and sometimes i fail, but i think they’re like little people. they’re like little bodies. they create a mood that feels really resonant to me...

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Volume #25

Tuesday, December 6, 2022

Featured Artists:

Terry Nguyen
Serena Devi
Nathan Stormer
Giulia Bencivenga
Torey Akers
Sydney Smith
Bradley King
Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo
Sophia Le Fraga
Candela Perez
Ruby Zuckerman
Matthew Klane
Ari Lisner

“SLOW BURN SCRAMBLE”

POETRY by:
TERRY NGUYEN

Slow burn love is for / lonely wives / and teenage virgins / I am too young / to slow dance in style / too feral to succumb / to third degree / yearns...

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“MY HEALING JOURNEY”

FICTION by:
SERENA DEVI

I’m on a healing journey. Step one is I will force the world not to deny me. For a long time I thought there was a kind of woman who could just get away with taking, and she wasn’t me. What I mean is, I have an inherently suspect look. I am not a small or delicate girl. Nobody notices me except to regard me with unease...

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“THERE IS NO COMFORT”

FICTION by:
NATHAN STORMER

My grandma opened an email with the subject line, There is no comfort...VIEW IN BROWSER. It was addressed to “Jon.” The email said, Jon, there is no comfort like when you bundle home and auto for $89/month. Her son’s name was Jon, my father. I never knew him well. I’m still figuring things out...

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TWO POEMS

POETRY by:
GIULIA BENCIVENGA

There’s a little mouse inside me / that eats the rubbish I ingest: / ash, lamb tartare, bits of plastic./ It’s never lonely / to live with organs that do not recognize / austerity / to eat feverishly / all that can’t be shown...

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“I’VE GOT A BLANK SPACE, BABY”

NON-FICTION by:
TOREY AKERS

In other words, things are made special by the rooms that house them. Rooms are made special by the things they keep. If space is rhetorical, place is felt, mnemonic, a ghostly grammatology of home...

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“CUP NOODLES”

POETRY by:
SYDNEY SMITH

she feeds me / styrofoam /from 7-11 / pressing / cold hand against / groggy spoonful / forehead // whoever wrote / the law
& order / theme song / jerks off to it

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THREE POEMS

POETRY by:
BRADLEY KING

I miss you / so simple / so giving / Kind as a cow / gone like the grasses / Now I can only say your name / but / We can never grow / back to Oklahoma...

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“MY DARLINGS”

POETRY by:
JULIET GELFMAN-RANDAZZO

she swung her arms, as they say / with purpose, like she had nowhere to go / and was certain of it. i avoided the break / up spot. the sun wasn’t sunny there anyway / or it was too much so. it didn’t matter...

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“NEOPET”

POETRY by:
SOPHIA LE FRAGA

Is it true that we never talked / Like, out loud, until we had / Dogs to speak to? / Last week walking home / From the vet I heard the nurse / Greet two poodles: / Paul Hollywood and Mary Berry / The Great British Bake-Off hosts...

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THREE PHOTOS

VISUAL ART by:
CANDELA PEREZ

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excerpts from “THE ARTIST”

FICTION by:
RUBY ZUCKERMAN

Sara looks beautiful in the early afternoon light. Her hands are perfectly folded. Everything in the room is white, everything outside of the windows is gray. This makes any small moment of color extremely vibrant...

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TWO COLLAGES

VISUAL ART by:
MATTHEW KLANE

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“IT’S CRAZY THAT LA EXISTS”

POETRY by:
ARI LISNER

I’d be a great sound guy / Everyone else is just all about their concepts / Thank god for the inverse of things / thank god for the sound guy thank god for the time is not happening All at the same time...

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Volume #24

Monday, October 31st, 2022

Featured Artists:

KATE GREENE
FRANCESCA KRITIKOS
SEOKYOUNG YANG
SARAH YANNI

“TRUTH SONNET”

POETRY by:

KATE GREENE

All morning / The sore sun / Does its weeping thing / And I read you / Like these sheets with my body / These sheets that read my body / The tygers / And the wolves invited / Come right up to the glass / But do not break it...

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“HISTORY”

TEXT & AUDIO by:

SEOKYOUNG YANG

when we first talked about this film

you handed a woman a film critique book based on Chinese history

a warmth of emotion enables the present

maybe it is a gesture for the beginning of love...

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“WHEN OUR DESIRES SHIFT WE CALL IT RECOVERY”

POETRY & AUDIO by:

FRANCESCA KRITIKOS

There’s more sham / in asking for the thing you wan / than there is in taking it / e.g. the way I used to
bleed / which was only by force...

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ON JUSTICE THELOT’S STONEMILKER

REVIEW by:

SARAH YANNI

i would become
the wind
blow leaves
until my lungs prune
to see you smile

And several pages later:

in the future
i am no longer
in love with you

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Volume #23

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Featured Artists:

ARI LISNER
LINDSAY DYE
PETER COLE FRIEDMAN
LILY LADY

“TWO POEMS”

POETRY by:
ARI LISNER

I am carrying my dry cleaning in / Manhattan like a poem / Not someone longing for a woman / When I swipe my Metrocard / I think to say a prayer / I will not let someone who has never ridden / Run me out / My body loves breakups / My heart does not...

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FIRE ESCAPE

POETRY by:
PETER COLE FRIEDMAN

Dirty sky. The gravity of the symbol. Walking into a / room with complicated feelings, fumes. Sometimes / the audience throws roses, sometimes knives. I
wobble between terror and boredom. A little / haunted ferris wheel...

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“TWO POEMS”

POETRY by:
LINDSAY DYE

If I clung to my mom in the ocean

/ It would be the closest we could be / to the way it was / Inside of her body / Swallowed in salt...

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T4T FANTASY

POETRY by:
LILY LADY

i often think about / cargo pants that unzip to become short / transitioning effortlessly / you can do whatever you want in this life / is there anything better / than a waffle at 2am / with crunchy peanut butter & honey drizzle? / the testosterone makes my face warm...

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Volume #22

Friday, August 5, 2022

Featured Artists:

CARSON JORDAN
SIMONE ZAPATA
MICHAEL NEWTON
SASHA LESHNER

“TWO POEMS”

POETRY by:

CARSON JORDAN

I stopped hearing god / after heartbreak / some red wing muse / to pine over / hate to admi / I’ve begged before / Say It Righ / say it with flowers / say anything...

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“STRANDED PREPOSITIONS”

POETRY by:

SIMONE ZAPATA

What is memory if not an insistence of duration / phantoms collapsing into / loop / all lyric tracks a kind of / decay / movement between / rooms : / We make maps to / find our way home / and if I were to / draw a blueprint of / mine / it would be built upon / stranded prepositions :...

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EXCERPT FROM “VISIONS”

FICTION by:

MICHAEL NEWTON

Jeannie is having feelings about the objects in the house again. She and Greg have talked about this many times. She agreed to try and dim her senses to the messages which the objects send her. He encouraged her to try living in the real world and stop talking to the chairs and the toothbrushes...

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“TWO POEMS”

POETRY by:

SASHA LESHNER

I’ve been a thousand years asleep / inside the untied / anchor-patterned robe / my mother got me on / America island / where I first slept off / a slight addiction / all castaway / all prince-white garden...

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