Table of Contents LETTER FROM THE EDITOR POETRY Urvi Kumbhat, far away from home I am hungry Chia-Lun Chang, After the Prolonged Tide in the Dusk Rosie Stockton, I WORK Alice Liang, Trade Wars Alexis Aceves Garcia, I’M TIRED OF WORKING FOR ECCENTRIC WHITE MEN Suzanne Highland, Survey t. tran le, the wood is […]
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Contributors Adrianne Bonilla is a graduate of Columbia’s School of the Arts. In her second year, she received the Henfield Prize for the opening pages of her novel, Astral Cemetery. Astral Cemetery is an anti-sentimental exploration of girlhood, death, poetry, Latin American identity, and soccer. Her work can be found in Tin House […]
Clifford Prince King, I Told My Baby to Meet Me on 24th Street (2020).
the wood is already swollen t. tran le window frame sticking to the storm blooming through it & a sky widens its wet mouth. Birdie swallows a yawn that tumbles back over her tongue. the whole world languid in the molasses of early evening. Birdie & I are wary of this summer shower […]
sleep theorem xtian w Sleep is locational. Rest—a condition not exclusive thereof. i was dreaming while you were— everyone here alike deep colonial sleep suburban come slumber linoleum phylum things that fit stilettos click marble procession to temple shopping mall Penny’s Sears […]
Survey Suzanne Highland What is your nature? An endurance. Has it always been your nature? Yes, in that I’ve never been able to separate it from plastic in the ocean. Describe your nature without using words like masculine or feminine. How does your nature impact your experience of humanity? All day […]
Tuesday Smillie, The Hudson River Jordan. Tuesday Smillie, Thief.
New Medicine Seema Yasmin It was a quick procedure. Quick enough for the men to fit it into a lunch break or the gap between a ten o’clock meeting and a gym session. Nazneen would usher the men, one at a time, into her office from the waiting room with its television screen […]