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 Italian by Amy Newman Though a ray of sunshine,it’s not thawing. The pale tangle of shadowsis stillthe only ornament of the earthbeneath the bare trees. In Norway — right
2023 Hattie Lockett Award Winner That which I call myself by any other namewould not remember my cheeks blistering,tripping to the front of the classroom whenMrs. Blonde and Blue tripped over my
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
will you understand my heartsif i write1’s & 0’si do not know what you look like,but i wash my face in the mirror,& fail to imagine something more humanhow much money did