SHORT STORY – Tamara Lazaroff

My grandfather who was not gay was born in 1930 in Seville, Andalusia. He worked as an itinerant labourer for the señoritos, the rich landlords, tending their olive trees and their domesticated animals.

ONE POEM – Lizz K

I sleep on the left side of the bed
so you can be on the right
the soft drum of your snore
signaling peaceful dreams
making me smile

TWO POEMS – Rachel Tanner

tell me the main differences between salt and nothing.
i will tell you the similarities. i will tell you i need both.

ONE POEM – Amy Lafrankie

A scream is trapped under my third rib where they perch on
like a perilous branch. I daydream of
You: hands on my throat
me: telling you I love you