Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Casey “Yaya” Wong weeds are sprouting from the cracks in the concrete. the old skin splits with the determination of things starved for sunlight one or two of which will become dandelions, their weightless wishes on the back of a breeze which...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Creative Nonfiction, Issue 3, Issue 3 Creative Nonfiction
By Julie Gunsaulis I take a deep breath. In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four. I push open the cracked door and say, “Hi.” I quickly remind myself to smile. People like you more when you smile, part of my brain volunteers. You can’t out-psychology your...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Charlotte Edsall Ophelia lies sinking her placid face ensuring us we should not fret even as her skirts mingle with the silt this is beautiful see how her hair halos the color complimented by the pond weeds and the willow her water-lily...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Isabelle Rogers Rockstar, rockstar, my heart is full of grief. I recall you sang about it last night through your teeth. Rockstar, rockstar, my bones can take no more. When you left Orleans with my compositions, my love departed through the door. ...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Art, Issue 3, Issue 3 Art
By Meredith Tinkle What is “Making Good Trouble?” Well, for Meredith, it’s doing little things that you’re “not supposed to do” but aren’t wrong either. It’s taking every paint sample in the hardware store,...
Apr 30, 2021 | All Poetry, Issue 3, Issue 3 Poetry
By Claire Riddell Your daddy kissed every knuckle before he swung and called it love and only married your momma because she missed her birth control, and they raise you on simmering arguments and secondhand thrift stores, and you never question why they...
