what it would be like to be a skeleton.
what would happen if each dermal layer melted into the air
& my red stop light flesh went with it
without so much as a snap, crackle or pop?
Category: Contemporary Culture
FLASH FICTION – J.A. Pak
love is not you but a driving beat disguised in fast-moving glamour
ONE POEM – Julien Chatel
You make a landscape with tiny things
Turn late-night buns into morning seas
TWO POEMS – Penney Knightly
we are wrestling for the same
hooks in time
we are bitter catches
broken holed and punchy
ART: THE INK SAID – Gabrielle Turner
My inkscapes explore the transition between boundaries and intimacy; what it means to yield and to resist; to begin and end.
TWO POEMS – Zlatitsa Markova
I fell in love with this city through your eyes
and from the back of taxi cabs.
TWO POEMS – Jack William Mulvaney
Sadly, saw one dead cat
Cut down on pavement side
A few in lament stood over
Its lifeless body, white
ONE POEM – Elizabeth Ruth Deyro
Cold waters caress my feet like lovers kept apart
by chance. Foam meets flesh. Flesh kisses sand deeply,
forming wet clay against my soles. I press harder—
ONE POEM – Michael Akuchie
i am a city mad with fear
with sunshine eating up bodies in the open air
TWO POEMS – Michelle Diaz
I want to scrape back the clouds
and bring morning to you on a tray,
allow you that extra hour.
SHORT STORY – Viv Mah
In the worst of Anna’s dreams, Eric is always at his best: more alert, more alive, and more charming than she can remember.
COMFORT FOODS // Pawpaw Meat – Miriam Gauntlett
I don’t look Chinese, I don’t speak the language besides a few words here and there, and I have never met any of my Chinese family besides my grandmother; put simply, I don’t have much Chinese cultural knowledge at all. And yet, my grandmother gave birth to my mother, and my mother gave birth to me.
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