“in every in-between / I was born ready / yet I have still afforded
to lose / over not having / a house / a man / a body / a life”
Two Poems | Ayesha Raees
Three Poems | Taisia Kitaiskaia
SHE SPITS & TOUCHES HER TONGUE TO HER LUNGS I was outside myself, picking corn in a tall shadow,When I was ordained to be an Anglo-SaxonWarrior making my head from my own head, makingAn extraordinary instrument from which we shallAll suffer madly. And the mirror was always a jewel,And the […]
The daughter of my voice | Monroe Lawrence
Monroe Lawrence was born and grew up on unceded Coast Salish Lands. His favourite writers include Hannah Weiner, Vi Khi Nao, Marcel Proust, and listen chen. His past writing can be found in Best American Experimental Writing and The Capilano Review, and in a chapbook, Nice,.
Notes from the Insomniac | Ben Morgan
Ben Morgan is in a one-man punk band from Suffolk, United Kingdom. He graduated from University College London where he studied English Literature and was published in Savage. He has received no accolades of note.
Two Poems | Tobi Kassim
Your Daily Mixed it’s okay the aggregators have mademany mixes for me in my father’scloud i am algorithmically relatable. there’s some familiar stepsand setlists to the ways i’m finallyreducible. impossible to resist i’ll itchto let it play automatically. be knowable for days. i […]
Two Poems | Margaret Wright
Margaret Wright works, walks, and writes in Brooklyn, NY. She has received a Martin A. Dale Fellowship from Princeton University and a Monson Arts residency.
WOUND/INTERNET | Ally Harris
By which a man possesses or enters silence. Sometimes to be a hunter to language, his animal loneliness a blood ivy, sentient & oracular & a stalk’s clean break, soft and audible. Sequestered in water, attended but also severed, aroused. Heady as droplets on moss after drought, a man squeezes […]
Excerpt from The Call-out | Cat Fitzpatrick
from The Call-out Fortunate autumn. September rushesOver our heads. Migrating flocksOf warblers, jays, petrels, thrushes,Come, then leave. The equinox,When the sun aligns with the equator,Passes. The dawns start coming later,The sunsets sooner. The sudden rainsDon’t last for long. The warmth remains.Goldenrod blooms, and even the rosesAre hanging on, this late in […]
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