Issue 32 | Spring 2025
Our latest issue fans the flames of righteousness as we teeter toward a smoke-crazed horizon. We are tracing the minutia of generations through room-sized replicas and reenactments. We are drying laundry on a patchwork of metal sheets. We are back on campus, on the prowl, clawing at mattresses, chasing ghosts and radiance, plagued by absentia. Above all, we are secure in our knowledge that every fact reigns absolute, even its opposite.
A Highway of Whispered Rain
By Victor D Sandiego
“All the dead truckers from the pileup on the highway gathered around the afterlife elm to proclaim their retroactive innocence.”
A List of the Reasons Women Feel Shame
By Sage Tyrtle
“My whole big self stumbles into a woman in a baseball hat who mutters fat bitch and I open my mouth to say I’m pregnant, as if she’s right to say it.”
Certain Writers Make Me Want to Die
By Jupi Bowen
“For some masochistic reason, I have a subscription to Poets & Writers Magazine. Mostly because I want to peer into the publishing world and see what normies are reading without completely fucking my algorithm online.”
Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! sole soother of this vile despair.
—Arthur Rimbaud, “Phrases”
Latest Reviews
Featured Interview
Newest Essay
We Were Just Girls
By Sarah Lynn Hurd
“We never meant any harm. We were just girls, picking at our nail polish—pink, and teal, and silver glitter.”
The Summer After Kurt Cobain Died
By Ashleigh Adams
“That June, I stole a red-and-black checkered flannel from my stepdad and frayed the hem with kitchen shears.”
Listening to Rilke Redux
By Wally Swist
“In Rilke’s praises, we find our own praise—of ourselves, of others, of mostly anything, actually. When anyone experiences an epiphany, that person wants to share that epiphany.”
don’t ask what any of this means
By Carla Bessa
Translated by Elton Uliana
“all I know is that I have to run. that’s the premise of my being-in-the-world: running, that’s how I’m programmed.”
Ask the Sunlight on a Sleeping Dog: Letter to Xhevdet Bajraj by Jeff Weddle
Review by Peter Mladinic
“Jeff Weddle is a poet who reads other poets. Jeff Weddle is a philosopher whose ideas come not out of books but out of lived lives, of friends of now and then, of family, and of people met along the way.”
We’re All Bananas
By Chelsea Stickle
“After my mother’s skin cancer diagnosis, I was bullied by my older sister Sally into scheduling a ‘skin test,’ which is what they call it when you strip in a cold room and show a stranger every part of your body.”