By Tiffany Shull Peterson cash only shared water bottles and teenage egohe leans in she’s pulled awaypeeling posters drooping dangling swaying a noir fantasy filled with smoke and punkbassbeats coy smiles beneath too-black rimmed eyeslove drunk side stage yearning for a glancesweat and noise and insecurity average talent sings off-key as fists punchtheair boys willContinue reading “cancun”

Fascia Dreaming

By Kaitlynn McShea I dreamt about fascia again last night–how its synovial hardeningand gooey hydrationis akin to the Elmer’s gluewe used in school,pressing it on our pencil boxesto make bookmarks,sliding it on the pads of our fingersto make fingerprints. How it can be used to fix or to adhere,how my body holds stories as muchContinue reading “Fascia Dreaming”

Last Words

By Jill Robinson You’re so beautiful: The last words he ever spoke to her, not that he knew who she was anymore.  As his memories slowly dispersed, like dandelion seeds in a soft summer breeze, his love for her remained.  The young child she brought to visit, snow white hair and deep blue eyes, almost familiar, a vision inContinue reading “Last Words”

Quarantine Day 12

By Noeme Grace C Tabor-Farjani “What is home quarantine? This is the voluntary “home isolation” of individuals, without signs and symptoms, who came from COVID-affected countries for the past 14 days.”—Bureau of Quarantine, Philippine Department of Health beer, window seat / at dusk, open sea breeze,peach and purple sky, / the 80s playing by aContinue reading “Quarantine Day 12”

tuesday morning

By Megan Cannella driving some backroad until it turns highwaydriving illinois until it turns iowa fishing an old antidepressantfrom the bottom of my bag sitting shotgun and heavy enough to trick the airbag sensors into thinking this purse is a life worth saving Learn more about Megan in her bio on the Featured Author page.

I-80 East

By Megan Cannella need to escapeneed to arrivebarely seeing or being seenam I moving at all? need to arrivefogged-over, pre-dawn Nebraska fieldsam I moving at all?tire to pavement, jagged rhythms of home fogged-over, pre-dawn Nebraska fieldsbarely seeing or being seentire to pavement, jagged rhythms of homeneed to escape Learn more about Megan in her bioContinue reading “I-80 East”