Non-Contest Submissions: “Desire” (Issue 75) UPDATE: We have re-opened non-contest submissions for fiction, nonfiction and poetry for the next two weeks, until Saturday, November 10th, 2018. Submit! Contest Submissions: “Desire” (Issue 75) Submission Period: September 24th – November 5th Finalist Judges: Jo Ann Beard – Nonfiction Contest Nicole Walker – Flash Prose
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Translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry healers / flat sky / flame gifts for the hill / dachshunds blue cellophane / blue color of bread blue white walls / dante blood
You always leave them on the trees to rot & it so pains me to see this every fall those gorgeous pinkish red orbs like pinkish red planets become hollowed a reminder that time
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
KISS EVERYONE YOU CAN, FOR SURE — title from Alex Dimitrov’s “Sunset on 14th Street” — a twin cinema for the end of the line & those there with us It was
Abies lasiocarpa (bifolia) PINE FAMILY H 90’; D 18”. Tree with spire-shaped crown; Wait, matted shrub above tree line. Needles 1”,
I. The tongue, and salt, and onion, leek, celery, carrot and a tub of tomato paste all go into the biground enamel blue pot. The tongue of the domesticated animal peeled but
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
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
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
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