I Have Wasted My Life | Stephanie Cawley

I do understand what would drive someone to chart their loneliness on a grid. I do understand the precipitous tower of books relies on  labors paid and unpaid, mine and others, in

TAR, MARCH ’21 | Rebecca Crager

2023 Hattie Lockett Award Winner Memory finds me clean. I offer it space inside of my kidneys.It wants to know a face. I don’t have a face I only havehands. Bear the

Subalpine Fir | Emily Wolahan

Abies lasiocarpa (bifolia) PINE FAMILY H 90’; D 18”. Tree with spire-shaped crown;         Wait,  matted shrub above tree line. Needles 1”,                 

I sing against profit | Jason Magabo Perez

so that I may invent my lungs AIMÉ CÉSAIRE 1.  call this radicalized grief call this rigorous animality call this  divine sorrow  2.   in which there is no innovating  loss in which

TODAY IS PAINTING THE BARN | ge gilbert

grace (ge) gilbert is a genderless poet, essayist, and collage worker based in Brooklyn. they are the author of 3 chapbooks, most recently the closeted diaries: essays (Porkbelly Press 2022), and NOTIFICATIONS

Luck (A Sequence) | Ashley Dailey

Ashley Dailey (she/her) is a writer and multimedia artist from Sargent, Georgia. She mostly writes about family and the cultural legacies of the American South. Her work has received support from the

anamnesis beneath umbrella | J. David

for thirty- seven minutes  i watched the day  break blue across  steelyards  yesteryear forgot  while recounting the names  of my ex-girlfriend’s siblings. i imagine this  to be the kind of forgiveness  a

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