boy to boy to the sidewalk, fingers that tingle like grass and touch. boy to boy to arms embracing and the streetlights all go out at once. boy to boy to hunger, to Yom Kippur, to Jewish holiday psalms and songs that ...
boy to boy to bed by Sam Herschel Wein
Poetry
When I wake up, the world is upside down. The car is ragged plastic and skin-stained glass. Ryan’s body crumples against the passenger door, right arm bent around his back like he’s scratching a hard-to-reach itch. ...
it keeps going like that by Leah Francesca Christianson
Fiction
Step 1:
Look down. It isn't. It is. View the absence. The dead space before realization. All the hands to mouths, eyes crowning, light like a holy orifice breaking open to speak what you've done. Look at your ...
How to Stop What Could be Born Inside of You by Maisie Williams
Nonfiction
RefugeeKick me in my face If I ever say that I love the hill tracts Wild elephants have devoured The green sheaves of paddy It's the hills that have taught them That you gotta eat when you’re hungry I also feel ...
Two Poems by Umma Habiba Translated by Quamrul Hassan
Translations
There was Christmas; there was Venice. Both arrived too late for us. The word, alluvione, meant flood but sounded less frightening, and—like everything in this country—it ran precipitously off our tongues. Then it ...
Alluvione by Vincent James Perrone
Flash Fiction
So, this is just college, says M, age 11. It is, I say, looking around at what I look around at all the time, especially the space where the historic sycamore used to be. All the ghosts, probably.
I can’t say I have ...
Votive by Mary Ann Samyn
Nonfiction
unalone by Jessica Jacobs
Review by Deborah Bacharach
Publisher: Four Way Books
Publication Date: March 15, 2024
ISBN: 9781954245822
Pages: 208
Resee, Remix, Remake
Take nothing for granted. In her second full ...
Unalone by Jessica Jacobs Review by Deborah Bacharach
Book Reviews
Listen: everywhere the earth is flecked with grey. A shadow leapt from the ground to a tree. In Miami a banana is duct-taped to a wall.Blocks of granite lie like sarcophagi, pressing shim-faced against ...
On Learning that Chiquita Brands Financed Paramilitary Killings in Colombia by Shou Jie Eng
Poetry
Crack Let us be fog horns on a murky nightLet them call us flawed, bitchyLet them say you have a tailLet mystified children keep looking for itLet them be blind to the glittering trail we left behindLet them be ...
Three Poems by Gonca Özmen Translated by Jeffrey Kahrs and Mete Özels
Translations
