ARMADILLO | Daniel Scott

Nobody said anything outright but there was always some insinuation. Maybe their eyes wouldn’t blink, or their voices went high as they tried to sound like they weren’t at all alarmed to

Echoes | Ashlyn Zilch

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Alice was the first of us to fade away. The first signs began when winter dawned. Early, before the sun rose, the morning dew solidified into crystals, which crunched like gravel beneath

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”,                 

Remembering | Tatiana Duvanova

Voronezh, Russia, 26 December 2018 When I got off the bus, my grandmother was there at the bus stop in her brown fur hat and long mink coat. She had owned them

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

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