by Kateri Lanthier | Jan 19, 2017
FASHION ADVICE FOR ETERNITY Leave that Tiffany bling. It’s a pile of cold cash. Facile, faceted carbon copies. Give us jewelry or give us death. The Seven Cities of Cíbola, a Spanish fantasy, led to ruined pueblos, disease, yes, death. But here’s what the A:shiwi...
by Sarah McKinstry-Brown | Dec 19, 2016
She slips out of her dress, turns this way and that, cursing her breasts, her stomach, her thick thighs. Her eyes are crushed geraniums, her mouth a study in sorrow. Hollow girl, full of echoes. She pushes her food around her plate, only pretends to put the spoon to...
by Alex Lemon | Nov 18, 2016
PARTY LIKE IT’S THE LAST GOOD TIME Most men can’t handle knowing what they are Capable of—that the only thing they own of The lives they stumble through are the long Nights of plague & quiet that we are pushing Back against tonight—but me, I love that this Body...
by Noah Stetzer | Nov 2, 2016
Under Snow Geese Nothing calls back to my dog when he barks against the dark window glass. Nothing cares one lick about the anxious whine low in his throat for the nothing that creeps down the street, the shadow that slinks along the gutter of the sidewalk— a glance...
by Stephanie Brown | Sep 28, 2016
SEVENTH GRADE Who’s on First? That movie comedy routine I hadn’t seen— We read it to ourselves in the hot classroom. It took up many pages of the textbook. The old teacher in his tweeds– He sat at the cracked wooden desk And I sat in the closest seat...
by Laurin Macios | Sep 7, 2016
Sometimes two people come together with their bodies and it is so like the way they feel inside and the first person holds out an apple to the second and the second holds out an oar to the first and they float away smiling using neither. Sometimes something will...
