Category: Issue 30
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TWO POEMS by Anna Gual, translated by AKaiser
Profanity I didn’t want a map. I wanted a machete to clear a path in the jungle, to follow the unconscious. When they say too late, you mean maybe they’re not exaggerating? I found a small knife and I think I’ll be able to cut the plants that get into my eyes, those that…
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LET ME IN / LET ME IN by Josh Nicolaisen
after Jean Valentine never knew I could wail so loud never swallowed hailstones so sharp my old boots were soaked my haggard feet were bare carcass draped across my back white-tail jostling with each step plodding back toward where my people left me might I ever…
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GANG OF CROWS by Alison Zheng
dad promised mom they’d age as trees a linden and an oak surrounded by hybrid tea roses / once again, I am empty- ing the vacuum of clumps of dust and my old hair the timer on my phone says our two baked potatoes— free in a box from the food bank— will be…
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TWO POEMS by Samantha DeFlitch
Ode to a Sharp-Shinned Hawk In 1993, a report from Sandia National Laboratory offered language suggestions for long-term nuclear waste warnings in the event that humanity’s current knowledge of nuclear waste did not survive into the far future. When she returns from September observation …
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ISSUE 30
POETRY THREE POEMS by Malik Thompson THREE POEMS by Dana Jaye Cadman THREE POEMS by Omar Sakr TWO POEMS by Alex Tretbar TWO POEMS by Samantha DeFlitch TWO POEMS by H.R. Webster ONCE I WAS A PLAGUE OF LOCUSTS by Stevie Edwards MECHANICAL PENCIL by Duy Đoàn SOME DAYS ARE LIKE THAT by Luisa Caycedo-Kimura…
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INTERVIEW with Khairani Barokka
FWR: “To enter the indonesian language is a science fictional enterprise,” you write in the first section of amuk. Reading forward, you show readers how Indonesian tenses permit a simultaneity of temporal possibilities not included within the narrower scope of English; traveling through time or existing beyond the limits of time altogether. What does it…
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THE JUNIPER 3 by Trudy Lewis
No one even remembered our dad’s sad song until Tate brought it back on TikTok. The angst and the ecstasy. The emo vocals and the math rock chord progressions. The long and whining bridge between curt, accusatory verses. My mother killed me My father ate me My sister gathered up my bones I’d heard it…
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FALL FOR IT by Claire Hopple
After they escort us out, we are told to wait here. The here being a square of sidewalk. If you could see the two of us on this sidewalk square. Trying to maintain appearances. It’s a delicate operation. A heavy quiet. Some convenience store employees switch off who gets to peer out the window at…
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GIFTS by Samantha Neugebauer
Marie and Ms. Simpkin’s unexpected meeting on the park’s northwest corner got their lunch off to a bad start. Neither felt quite ready to commit themselves to conversation, yet what else could they do? They would need to proceed around the gated park and down Irving Place together as if the ten minutes of solitude…
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FIGHTING THE LION by Lydia Cyrus
My great-grandfather was named Martin and when he got to a certain age—somewhere after sixty but no one can say for sure now—he had to be locked up in the back bedroom of the house. He was mean and he would yell and beat on people. Martin died long before I was born. I’ve heard…