After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
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The Arrest, in all its surreal narrative trappings, supercars, and Hollywood theatrics, wants to know if words can save us in a dystopia.
Winner of the EXTINCTION Essay Contest, selected by Lacy M. Johnson
CHARLES YU is the author of three books, including the novel How to
Ryan and I had decided we were too old to be parents. We’d just met too late in life for this to happen, and the fiscal reality that we were teachers meant
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
2023 Margaret Sterling Memorial Award Winner I am of my mother, my mother is of me. I am my mother’s eyes, deep turquoise, surrounded by deep orange, that I am not of.
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
I sit on the rough cement steps of a country convenience store, keeping an eye on Mom. She’s been on the phone for at least an hour. She has a pile of
Jaimeson Oakley (He/They) is a trans/queer writer from the hills of Lucasville, Ohio. He is currently a poetry student of the Northeastern Ohio MFA creative writing program at Kent State University. They
Winner of the Sonora Review Issue 80 Fiction Contest, selected by Lydia Millet Holly’s pee sounded like voices. She used to think it was just the noise it made hitting the toilet,
Winner of the Sonora Review Issue 80 Nonfiction Contest, selected by Melissa Faliveno “My first reaction to most things is, ‘Fuck this, fuck you, this is bullshit,’” I said. My therapist blinked.
