Every week I step on the tired scale wondering why I want to lose parts of myself. I open the refrigerator door just to look: …
The door opens. The temperature drops. by Emma Bovill
after Bon Iver You hold a book in your hands: oven-baked pages. home-stitched spine. handwritten print. You daft songbird, if you didn’t know a sharp …
On the Queensboro Bridge by Kait Burrier
Long Island City isn’t really in Long Island and the East River is technically a tidal strait and our date was actually more of …
Solace Seekers by Daniela Sordillo
The solace seekers search for something that will help them escape. On hands and knees with their magnifying glasses. They scour the Earth, Ripping their …
How to Love Again by L. N. Holmes
Beauty, brook with broken rocks Wash away my wishes, stream. Make me mindful of my dreams. Who am I to hope? Dancing on dangerous …
Fiona Apple’s Parting Advice for Every ‘I Know I Said Forever, But—’ by SaraEve
She is teaching me to play the piano, says this is the last thing she has for me. But I am all left handed, emotional, banging …
Hoppin’ John by Erin Traylor
She left me with red letters that looped like hair ribbons, wild rice, pinto beans and a handful of raisins, she wrote, whatever you got. …
I Can’t Remember Him Past Third Grade by Amanda Karwel
After that time my father kidnapped us, all of our custody exchanges happened in the police station parking lot. My sister and I were passed …
Weatherman by Indya Shaw
In 20 years, I won’t remember the lady that sold me my favourite magazine and called me babe. How it uplifted me briefly, and I …