a machine of mahogany and bronze from Slingshot  Cyree Jarelle Johnson   In the night I filled his dimples with milk brilliant thimbleful, then again, again           a sturdiness on whose oakstead arms               I swing.   A preener for the guillotine          […]

  thedeadteachtheliving Angela Peñaredondo   his smacking mouth like his slippers slap across the hardwood floor of our home becoming mechanisms of impermanence. as when a country learns to move, he paces in his underwear, a white ribbed shirt torn at the seams. he sets down a gold medallion with the words, Deus, Deus, Deus […]

  Letter from the Editor   Dear Reader, I’ve been thinking a lot about portraiture lately. More specifically, I’ve been thinking about the records left behind by taking or making a portrait—the way observing can be a mark of violence or love, and the small spaces between the two. Debates around art in the face […]

  Table of Contents LETTER FROM THE EDITOR POETRY Angela Peñaredondo, thedeadteachtheliving Cyree Jarelle Johnson, a machine of mahogany and bronze (excerpt from Slingshot) Nik Buhler, Stop Me If You’ve Heard This One Ayesha Raees, Bird Fight Ava Hofmann, 1 Poem From “That I Want” Lisbeth White, Two Poems Kwame Opoku-Duku, They’ll Ask You Where […]