A Guilty Pleasure

My mom taught me how to make mixed drinks when I was eight years old.

Eating My One-Year-Old’s Leftover Smash Cake

Nonfiction by Felicity Landa

Through Her Eyes

My grandmother’s living room sits like a shrine of family history in front of me. Vacation candids and graduation portraits stare…

Séance

Fiction by Katlyn Minard

The first time I held your hand, we only did it to communicate with the dead.

Home Exorcist Kit

Fiction by Laura Burnes

Christian Slater Can’t Do a British Accent

Non-Fiction by Aurora Dimitre

She Said

I. All the Girls Were Doing It

On the bed. On the floor. In the shower. In the backseat of mama’s car. Hell, anywhere that was quiet enough for five minutes. All the girls were doing it. You didn’t want to be the girl who wasn’t doing it, and if you weren’t doing it, you would be…

Portrait of a Human Canvas

Fiction by Vivian Susko

The first was my neighbor, greasy and cruel. He was always spitting on the dirt at his feet and swearing at his friends through the phone. Until the day that he grew bored of these things. He trained his eyes on the…

My Chamber of Venus

Poetry by Aura Martin

I Swore I’d Never Come Here

Fiction by Miranda Nayak

I swore I’d never come here. The building in front of me is a dingy, pathetic-looking excuse for something that is supposed to be a clinic. The state of the building doesn’t surprise me. Time travel has never been…