By Arisa White
We are stupid, meaning amazed. We are assholes, meaning we are free
to let go, away. We are jerks, meaning this movement isn’t allowed.
Body languages, coincidences are neither heads nor tails.
We are stupid, meaning amazed
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Issue 1
Latest Reviews
Featured Interview
Newest Essay
Country Doctor Artistry
By Joe Wenderoth
The following is excerpted from Agony: a proposal, a work in progress. The book is a proposal. What is proposed is a game, Agony, wherein three teams (each made up of five persons, known as Pioneers) compete.
Eighth Grade Science: Darwin Et Cetera
By Christopher Hennessy
Each day was an archipelago
of awkward hours, nothing ours,
a glass boat of only oars.
The waters in between, slow
Here the neighbor screams for Frankie
By Arisa White
Here the neighbor screams for Frankie
to get the TV out of her mind.
Here is your fear and anxiety in everything you offer.
I’m waiting for you like waiting
By Arisa White
I’m waiting for you like waiting
for all the bottles to simultaneously
burst on the bottle tree. Together like
Where the page was
By Gillian Conoley
Where the page was, do we walk
into the blown
door frame
Yearn
Jerry Seguin is a freelance artist and designer residing in Emeryville, CA. His work stems from a formal training in apparel and textile design as well as photography.
Mistral
By Lisa Williams
The wind is not your companion.
Nor is it whispering anything to you.
Nor is it not whispering.
Nucleolus
By Lisa Williams
I can grow in shadow as in light.
I can grow in shadow, I promise you.
As in light. Only the dark minds those little
fingers. Only
Dear Lost Motel
By Steve Davenport
Night tongues
the low slur
like an oar
Dear No. 2 Pencil, Decomposing in Whiskey
By Steve Davenport
At the end of the world,
a Tuesday, I crouched
with a blue notebook
in a concrete bunker
and drank schnapps
until my liver candied
Beatrice
By Abeer Hoque
Chubuike is darker than the darkening evening. Bottle smooth ebony skin. Next to Ivan, a Bangladeshi boy, he is a shadow bouncing around the gymnasium. All the Bangladeshis and Indians in Nsukka coo over my sister Simi’s butter honey skin, but I have little patience for this particular South Asian prejudice. My inner eye for beauty resolves with the dark.
Excerpt from Early Spring
By Alvin Lu
He was writing four, five essays at a time now. As reports of successes from early applicants began to circulate (there’d been an admission into Columbia) and the late-deadline applicants made their final push, Eddie considered bringing in a second writer, but Horace told him to hold off.
Bianca Said
By Stacey Levine
A few years back, I Skyped him from my dorm. Yes, he was dead, but he had his laptop with him and picked up the call.
My computer’s window fuzzed, frosty blue. Then he was there: the craggy face and big brown hair.
A Man Hid
By Stacey Levine
A middle-aged man hid from himself because he saw himself in a young boy. The experience stirred him. He willed his own boyishness to life. This was Jules.
But after he bent his head to the boy’s shoulder in the park, it went wrong. People were frightened and talked. Jules decided he must leave the town.
The Devouring Economy of Nature
By Daniel Borzutzky
Let’s begin at the end, she says.
The best way to end a sentence is with the word “blank.”
Seven Strategies for Survival (in a small town)
By Matthew Roberson
Preparation
It’s up at six, and in and out of the bath, and feeding the dogs, and making sure she’s got all the equipment in the truck. She’s got to make sure of your supplies ahead of time, because there’s no way during the day to stop at the Depot and get more bleach.
Deviants
By Peter Kline
Ich allein
lebe und leide und lärme.
I alone
live and suffer and howl.
An Encounter
By Peter Kline
There’s something not-quite-right about you, he said.
There’s something not-quite-right about the way
you stand beside me, close enough to touch me.
The Brain is a Woolly Beast
By Colette DeDonato
The woman seated in the neurologist’s office is here for two reasons, the first of which is that the woman has implicated herself as a victim of brain deterioration which she believes to be either 1.