Sweet Tea – Victoria Provazza

She didn’t enjoy the taste of sweet tea, though her daddy insisted in his syrupy drawl that sweet tea was the right tea to drink, that any other type of tea—white tea, green tea, herbal tea, iced or hot—was the wrong tea to drink. Sweetened black tea always honey, he’d say. Okay, she’d say back.…

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Bowling – Tyler Meese

Gurgie and Gorgie broke into the bowling zone. They only wanted to bowl alone. As if it were a crime. The air was disinfectant strong, the balls shined. This was a special night. Gurgie worked double gas station gigs and Gorgie didn’t really like Gurgie, so she did her best to stay away. Every couple…

The Melancholy of Departure – Ryan Mills

The Melancholy Of Departure The morning a first cloudy day perhaps a chance of snow. & the night before still some kind of blurred exlactic party. It’s fun to feel alone here even if it does snow. Thought of Aych Brick & the very small fire hydrant uprooting Aych Brick   Free coffee spills on…

Poem – Ryan Mills

I don’t know I’ve got so much Love But especially when we talk About the jeans We’re wearing I’ve got so much Pictures hang on the wall But won’t stay In my head & it comes as no surprise, then, that I want to redescribe the way Things are, & compete with this I don’t…

noisemaker – Izzy Leslie

the wind is a spunky chihuahua nipping at my naked ankles pink and dead, my two raw steaks that step on confetti barf silly string and snow make the birthday cake icing it’s the new year, it’s 2008 and i have to pee the dancer in forever 21 is collecting dollars to the gossip while…

home – Izzy Leslie

searching the sunset on the 405 lull smash cut to the glitch break slow motion video of dreams by the cranberries and gia is rolling her head back and dancing she’s smiling with cinnamon coconut lips i’m dying (i think) and it is blessed. my gentle body is going 200 mph, but just sitting here…

The Woodland Pond Intermingles the Gibbous Moon – Tina Lavrova

Arachnids from toy stores of Death ventriculars of iceberg soy sauce stubble thunderclaps of Coleridge's gastronomy Corpses of shoestring spiders through their earlobes of Blackburn crustaceans tread caricatured toilet bowls of blue lightning Headphone creeks of audiology I talon the diving wave with an Arctic foxes performing theatre at snow dunes approaching funnel web tesseracts…

I Love Her So Much – Tina Lavrova

How is it her ovum are pullied by bisexual mountain peak brokers and Braillean stalks of satellites And frosted with calicfic taste stimulators? The bare-breasted flesh of Lilies are a telepsychiatric enema: Hetero-determological She has nicked ball lightning upon a mental CN Tower of chromia Though I lead her by the prawn print What freezer-burned grammar…

A Day at the Beach – Tina Lavrova

While immaterialist spinal cords of grass spirit-scapes Beach the after-coating of Demigod limnology Nosologically, the below-freezing ferry tremors, Winglessly blooming up-rootedly sandbags of Megarian noogenesis: Gymnophobically fertilized Ithyvulvic seabed's — Thawing each corridor Sudokuing all life-forces of pallored Time. Sea tided life without the property of life, Dock the unperceivable ferry Belly-up, numero-genically — Gargoyled…

What Salt is Good For – Ariel Kusby

I’d forgotten how murky it is       how tricky the descent  into my old single bed        the curl of my body alone    the dust I am polite with           breathing slower the salt-thick air         a reunion bathing in the tub slick with ghosts      like dissolves like        I am the sum of what I never said        a…