photo of inside of a coffee cup

Coffee by Wheeler Light

Too much of a good thing I call breakfast. We meet for coffee and talk. For a bit, it’s warm out. The same conversation again. You pull the ripcord saying you have to go to the work you don’t have today but it’s a good excuse. I don’t call you out on lying and play…

heart illustration

Unpacking by Jordan Upshaw

My bones feel soft enough to slip my hands right through my chest, part my breastbone like clay reach inside and take out my organs, one by one fill the bathtub with cool water gently place each organ in to soak rinse cheap vodka from my liver squeeze the smoke from my lungs let them…

photo of rock salt

Please by Arlyn LaBelle

Their time at sea became its’ own reality. The salt and musk that sunk into their hair, their clothes, the way their bodies learned to lean, bracing in their sleep. Their mother who carved her wrists into flowers, and the way her body twitched as she was eaten by silver fish beneath her like a…

photo of spinning top

Rotation by Devon Balwit

The world spins me, tucked into its spokes, thoughts a gymnast’s ribbon flaring, altered by degrees, wheeling through sun and shadow. I stretch, twist, pull tight, the maypole center of conspiring forces. Journeying, I am the herm, wherever I stand, center. The light about me breaks color. I gather shards, pocket palettes. I toss fracture…

35,000 years ago vagina

Ars Poetica on T by Laura Page

In the kitchen, the oven clicks until it’s cool again, until the weight I thought was needing a fuck cools and balls into something more juvenile and optimistic. Mama would never say that, even to herself—fuck. My gyno checks to make sure my copper ‘T’ is adjusting to the culture shock, isn’t slouching in her…