the flamed mermaid

By Michelle Rochniak the flaky bones of ocean monsters’ preysift through the currents to my doorstep.the firewood of the merpeople village burns:opal-toned marrow ash. they said fire girls can’t have scaly tails;when i flap my flukes at the sun,their cerulean turns scarlet. it’s funny how scorpio soundslike a fire sign. i collect the bonesto earnContinue reading “the flamed mermaid”

What is the Body but an Instrument?

*CW: mentions of self-harm and death By T.C. Anderson How long would it take to scratch my skin until I began to feel bone,to pluck the tendons like guitar strings andhear my body’s sweet melodies?For what is the body but an instrument of destruction and chaos,a tool to inflict its misery on the worldwith hopeContinue reading “What is the Body but an Instrument?”

To Love a Body

CW: Sexual situations, birth trauma, some discussion of disordered eating and diet By Julia Nusbaum Now In the half dark of my bedroom, I dig for the leggings and sweatshirt I discarded last night. This is my uniform now, leggings that haven’t been laundered in a week and a shirt with spills and stains IContinue reading “To Love a Body”

At the End of the Earth

CW: discussions of drowning, ambiguous discussion of parental death By Beck Morawski It’s one of those fall nights where the weather’s downright ungainly.  It’s all lopsided, growing into the chill, not quite ready to give up the weight of summer but still punctuating evenings with thick fog and brittle salt-air wind.  You like nights likeContinue reading “At the End of the Earth”

A Painting

An Abstract Drama for 1 “Man” and 1 “Woman” By J. E. Hibbard Run time: Approx. 10 minutes CASTING A Man: requires an Actor who can portray a “Male” role, open to any Gender, age range is open A Woman: requires an Actor who can portray a “Female” role, open to any Gender, age rangeContinue reading “A Painting”

Hoosier Balladry

Content Warning: The themes discussed in this piece include historical references to slavery and the Trail of Tears. By M.A. Dubbs The verse of this cityis seeped deep into the pores of itslimestone foundation.  The first Hoosiers were stripped of land and homebut prose, inherited fromspoken word, was preserved.A history of generations handwoven into geometric narratives. African folktale,Continue reading “Hoosier Balladry”


By Raegen Pietrucha My favorite ornaments distort me to an impossible glitter, frosted silver slivers. I still remember winter trees,how their snowmelt crackledas if somewhere, a fire already called. It hasn’t yet been a year. I don’t missMidwestern cold. But there was a boy in the place I left behind – he had always seemed imperviousin his thinContinue reading “12/24”