Bond Gustavo Barahona-López   Once,       you broke my earth                  open. Brought down my constellations                   with a slingshot, Planted seeds in              the nape of my neck, Poured spirit        […]

.scrolling-wrapper { overflow-x: scroll; overflow-y: hidden; white-space: nowrap;   [redacted] [redacted] Shay Alexi   a boy named [redacted] a boy [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] my body I redacted my body unspooled that      taut blushing knit & with it his hands I redacted his hands I redact his hands still now years later the predictable […]

.scrolling-wrapper { overflow-x: scroll; overflow-y: hidden; white-space: nowrap;   Two Poems Lisbeth White   Myth, Seminal in the story   the people could fly   re-membered a song from the before-land   when they sang it lifted them up    towards   the sun and back across   an oceanic   ache    a story more new […]

.scrolling-wrapper { overflow-x: scroll; overflow-y: hidden; white-space: nowrap;   Bird Fight Ayesha Raees   To birth was to lose speech like how my mother    became a single macaw         crying at the silver balls of hair  in a sky den The only one standing upright is the past        is a chained swing    […]

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  The Good Hair On Missed Connections in Punk Marcus Clayton …lungs that holler in a sleeper hold. (Were we supposed to die alone?) Position the stiches like miles of torpedoes —“Cosmonaut” by At the Drive-In   You, with a gold waterfall of hair that nourished and calmed the other men, white as stage lights […]

  Fag Scale Thomas Renjilian Adapted from the Fujita Scale, used to measure tornadoes by the destruction wrought.   F0 – Light 1996 A cock’s just a small soft part that dolls don’t even have. Least of my cares! I’ve already grown the shadow of a mustache at age six. A girl in a group […]

.scrolling-wrapper { overflow-x: scroll; overflow-y: hidden; white-space: nowrap;   Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Nik Buhler   my grandfather at the family reunion       tells me a joke Why was the guitar teacher arrested?    Because    he fingered a minor waves of vicious laughter    uncles, cousins, dads    like a […]

  The Exhibit Zoë Eddy   In the Hall of Dead Red Men “It’s a traumatic experience,” I try to explain, “to come into these places for people like”—I pause here, my brain scurrying over words—“them.” I swallow too quickly and wonder if these chiffon-swathed academics noticed the pause. Them not me. I am, afterall, […]

  Pricks Mai Tran   I was sitting on a barstool when he walked over, looked at the piercings in my ear, and asked if they hurt. When they punctured me, I said. He showed me a scar on his nose, remnants of a piercing he never took care of and pulled out too early, […]