Smaller Than I Was by Michele Harris

When I was sixteen, I wasn’t alive. At least, I don’t think of it that way. I breathed, but heavily through my nostrils. Sometimes, after walking up stairs, I’d duck in a bathroom to catch my breath before anyone noticed.

End Pose by LB Johnston

“Not those,” I told my housemate Reagan, and snatched the pack of cigarettes away.

Like Honey by Joanna Horton

The pawpaw has to be sliced just so: in wedges not too thick, but not too thin either. First, Laura heaves the…

Miss Monday Morning by Rachele Salvini

Right. First of all, it was Monday morning.

The Wall by Archna Sharma

My daughter tells me
you shouldn’t hold your anger in
you should let it out
but not on people
on the wall
 
How does she know
the blood that sprayed 
on the wall

Palimpsest by Alisha Mughal

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When I was little my mother told me about Judgement Day.

2 Essays by Eloísa Pérez-Lozano

Traffic Stop

You Stranger Thing by Andrew Squitiro

Follow me to the upside down. Run tumbles
down my arms, spring like a flea
from my lungs to my mouth. We’ve been
chased for so long, do you think you can imagine
what it’ll like to be still? Start now. Put me

Myth by Virginia Barrett

after a painting of an Aztec Maize Deity once belonging to Frida Kahlo

soft shoulder by Para Modha

a soft shoulder is
the unpaved part of road
maybe there is sand, or dirt,
or just bits and pieces of gravel…

Untitled Obsession Piece I byAdina Applebaum

My brother and I had a joint secret, a ritual that took place in my father’s…

on cleanliness by Serena Devi

it all adds up:
knuckle cracking
soda drinking
skin picking
too much of anything corrodes eventually

Mama Left the Farm by Nikita Bastin

In a kingdom of bluegrass 
she filled my hands with dead seeds,
called them the strange hearts
of young girls, 
then forced them into the dirt 
and said it was heaven.