Who’d want a burnt chest? Soaked in vodka, an old fire barely keeping itself alive. His shot-out liver might do him in. At first, it rubs him raw, but it’s an always-early clock come December. […]
Therapy Dog
You wake up in the psych ward to discover that animal therapy day is canceled because the therapy dog has died. *** L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn currently based in […]
Swallowing Myth
1. Liz’s brother mouthed a hot lightbulb long enough to get third-degree burns when he was six years old. The bulb, fixed in a desk lamp Liz’s brother had situated on the floor, glowed eerily, […]
Poem in the Shape of a Flosser
*** Matthew Feinstein is a twenty-two-year-old neurodivergent writer from Tracy California. He will attend the MFA program in Creative Writing, Poetry at California State University, Long Beach in Fall 2020. His poetry and fiction have […]
Self-Portrait as Wine Mom
My therapist tells me I need to be more direct, so fuck you. Sorry, I don’t have it in me to try and ameliorate your deciduous desire. I got into gardening recently, if you haven’t […]
Hello Mother, Hello Father
Dear Katie, Why did you drop me off at this stupid camp. I’ve been here for a very long time. Maybe even half of my life. Please come rescue me. I told you I didn’t […]
Rejection Letter: Stacy Murison
Dear Women who argue about religion on restroom walls, I couldn’t help but notice your engaging dialog on the restroom wall—the restroom situated (appropriately and thankfully) between the coffee shop, the wine shop, and the […]
Inner Bridge
He had heard that when you turn 30, you’ll be able to grasp what is water under the bridge in a way that you can’t in your twenties or teens. Well, today he’s 30 alright. […]
Sweet Thing
Antonio lifted his head from its resting place on the jacuzzi’s edge, turned to find his girlfriend Jordan on the other side of the tub looking down at her hands. “What’s all that?” Antonio started […]
