Creative
26 May that night in July, By Corvus Nagle
When the first harmonica-stricken breath of “Piano Man” barges through the radio, my hand leaves the steering wheel quicker than my thoughts to jab the station dial. It then comes through as only static, but that’s the better of the two. The outside air is cool....
26 May Flickerlight, By Angelina Farag
The room holds its breath in the flicker— Light that lingers just long enough to tempt, To carve silhouettes but never truths. A mere tease: Fingertips brushing waistbands; A figure shifting in the half-glow; Beauty haunting the edges of sight— Close enough to ache for, never long enough to hold. A window opens— A...
26 May queer in pieces, By Katie Daynyko-Pavlov
introduction There’s something that draws me to the act of writing a body. A body that’s incomprehensible as a whole, but can be broken down into a set of features to investigate. There were many years where my body was nearby but I was not...
26 May The Dancing Plague, By James Edward Kennedy
Strasbourg, Alsace 1518 It’s the sin that begins without a sound, Like a spark in the dark with none around. It tickles the funny bone; plays with the toes. It’s a sneeze of the body and not of the nose. It’s a tremble, a tremor, a merciless need. It rumbles within—green, terrible...
26 May And still, By Noah-James Bruce
Creased brow and cracked teeth Biting. Wrenching skin that pulls from the nail bed, Till it bleeds. Red eyes and rough hands Choking the pen, slicing the paper, Carving out the answer. An answer. Any answer. Just as long as it’s on the page. Get it out, get it down, ...
26 May The Thaw, By Leah Pleasants
Her hunger is a quiet thing, etched into sunken skin stuck between protruding ribs, an arctic coat thinned and stained, smeared with the grime of survival. Beneath her, the sheet of white is no longer infinite; porcelain stretched too thin over the swell of deep waters The world has grown smaller...
26 May Claresholm, By Kailee Owen
There’s somebody in a sheer white gown Sitting in a wood- panelled parlor, Off the 2 on the 7, Sipping English breakfast tea and waiting for a warning. Waiting for a waltz or a foxtrot By the cinematic lights of a rundown gas station, Where the red and white dirty Petro-Can...
26 May Heaven or High Water, By Nataša Sormaz
It’s been thirty minutes since we took the mushrooms, and her pupils look big enough to swim in. I wonder if I look as high as she does, but we were warned that looking in the mirror might make us freak out and ruin our...
26 May Gemini Rising / From the Pleiades, By Gwendolen Hickey
Some time ago, I went to the moon,found a sea to sit by and went fishing in the tranquil blue,cast off into the solar rays, basking in the stellar waves,not knowing I was waiting for you.Did you come from the Pleiades—which star went dark when...