Volume #30
Wednesday, November 8, 2023
Featured Artists:
- HALLETA ALEMU
- IVANNA BARANOVA
- CHLOE WATLINGTON
- JEANETTA RICH
- ELAINE KAHN
- DAISUKE SHEN
- SARA SELEVITCH
- ARI LISNER + COURTNEY BUSH
- GAZA AID + RESOURCES
“the world has a secret to tell me”
PROSE by:
HALLETA ALEMU
I saw things. I held onto a tree and it became a boy I loved. I danced and I imagined him dancing with me. Of all the times I would have been alone, I started imagining someone else there. Not that I didn’t love my solitude, but how maybe it didn’t need to be unending...
“soluble heart”
POETRY by:
IVANNA BARANOVA
you mouth impossible / against anything untoward / our highest good / tossing thought fields to trash / call the / ego rejects, to inspire / I kneel for the thought / then the asterisk...
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“DOUBLE PARKED”
FICTION by:
CHLOE WATLINGTON
Mary pulled her sedan up to The Prince, a cocktail lounge in Koreatown. You can’t get more west from Manhattan nor more crowded than this corner. She circled the block twice and called the valet. No answer. Instead of circling again for a legal spot she decided to stay parked right where she was. Like an Uber. She put her hazards on, locking the already parked cars in their spot, and walked through the open lips of the brass and velvet archway...
“Claude McKay is just as relevant as Kendrick Lamar or we are free to name the fallen”
POETRY by:
JEANETTA RICH
However,if we die / hunted / and penned / to the ground / Let your / fists / rise up / In Anger / In Protest / In One Last Attempt / to take control of your / body...
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“I HOPE IN THE MORNING YOU WILL MELT”
FICTION by:
DAISUKE SHEN
I have made an art of drowning. Each day, I step into the shower and shout, “Fill me!” The water obeys. The shower head opens and in flows hot water, trickling down into my throat, seeping into my lungs. I love every second of that dying. I am naked and you are not there to witness me. There are also major health benefits to this, for instance, it makes it easier for me to breathe...
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“HOT GIRL THEORY”
ESSAY by:
SARA SELEVITCH
I move hesitantly through a throng of mostly women–mothers and daughters, gaggles of teens, girlies and gays–weaving down the narrow aisles of a crowded Sephora. Pulsing beats of pop songs I’ve never heard before thud through my brain. The bodies around me are close and chaotic. But I’m on a mission...
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Volume #29
Tuesday, March 30, 2023
Featured Artists:
- EMILY SIMON
- SAM BERMAN
- LILY MORRISON-BELL
- MEGHANN BOLTZ
“WHEN I MEET GOD”
FICTION by:
SAM BERMAN
7:04AM: I’m dreaming about dreaming when Lucy wakes me with a big kiss on my nose, my cheeks, my chin too. Lucy’s walleyed and her tail cuts the sun that pours in from the window that faces the airport. 7:14AM: On the morning radio, while the coffee drips, a woman explains that “Identity is a billion-dollar industry.” And her voice is bad. Bruising. Insistent...
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“A SELF IN THREE PARTS”
ESSAY by:
LILY MORRISON-BELL
I spend my days scrambling through forests and looking for fossilised jellyfish. I walk for hours towards the mountains on the horizon, but there is always an ocean between us. My nails are strong and naked and caked with earth, but no matter how much I surrender to the outside world all I can feel is the pulse of my Self. A union with what’s within telling me I need to get out...
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“I ARRIVED BLEEDING”
POETRY by:
MEGHANN BOLTZ
Left, choking / On feather / On the gap / Between the teeth of / What I meant to say / & what I said...
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Volume #28
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
Featured Artists:
- Eleanor Tennyson
- Parker Menzimer
- Matthew Corey
- afoe
EXCERPTS FROM “SELAH”
POETRY by:
ELEANOR TENNYSON
Maybe the shape of my mouth is the word itself - I am looking for./ My body is a plum-sweet alphabet. It does this thing / like rapture, like I’m unsure and atlas./ I want to scream / eyes closed: this is me without / I lift my lips again to the black-smudgy wall / I am a dog with a human face...
EXCERPTS FROM “THE REPRODUCTION SONNETS”
POETRY by:
PARKER MENZIMER
I can imagine a person objecting to the embattled tone, or reacting negatively to the felt impression of arbitrariness. I drove home to take this dictation, listening to The Gould Variations Winning lotteries, I wrote this passage by candlelight. I was born in Oakland, California, in 1991...
“THE NIGHT OF”
FICTION by:
MATTHEW COREY
She kept her eyes on the road, but chanced a quick glance in his direction. He was still slumped in the passenger seat, knee up on the dashboard, right elbow resting on the door, his head leaning on his right hand fist. Despite the air-conditioning turned up, the window on that side was open a crack, just enough to make the maximum amount of noise as air passed in and out of it...
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...
“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...
“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...
Volume #26
Thursday, February 9, 2023
Featured Artists:
“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...
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
“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...
“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...
“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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Volume #24
Monday, October 31st, 2022
Featured Artists:
- KATE GREENE
- FRANCESCA KRITIKOS
- SEOKYOUNG YANG
- SARAH YANNI
Volume #23
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
Featured Artists:
- ARI LISNER
- LINDSAY DYE
- PETER COLE FRIEDMAN
- LILY LADY
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, 2022Featured Artists:
- CARSON JORDAN
- SIMONE ZAPATA
- MICHAEL NEWTON
- SASHA LESHNER
“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 :...
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...
“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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