Liz Yerby

Michael Losier

    Michel Losier is a cartoonist living in Portland, OR and an alumnus of the IPRC’s Comics and Graphic Novel program. His work has appeared in Ink Brick and can be found at http://www.michellosier.tumblr.com or michellosier.com. He is from Florida.

Robyn Bateman – Can’t Help, Won’t Help

      Robyn Bateman is a writer and artist who cares immensely about people and cats.  Her latest book of poems, Oh, can be peeped at http://www.dimsummerbookclub.com.  You can follow her illustrations and comic work at http://www.rgbateman.tumblr.com

Emily J. Cousins – Jack

the past is there without faces I try to carry water in a cotton dress lose the family album run away to join the circus in every version the house burns down   it is a few weeks before Easter I walk to the park I am not thinking where I am going all these…

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Emily J. Cousins – Modern Aesthetic

After the procedure she wants us to imagine the lines of Bernini’s Daphne. She says: think of the symmetry, no, the balance. Think of the skill it took to mold her. She says: see me, the composition. I picture taut canvas over a new frame. A drape of wet cloth. She shows a pencil line…

Kelly Dolejsi – Madeleine

The ginger tea had gone bitter. Joe didn’t mind. He slurped it while it was still hot and waited for Gagin, who would arrive exactly one minute early, as expected, wearing his team jersey as though this were a game. Joe stood and pulled out a chair for his old friend. “You already order?” Gagin…

Kelly Dolejsi – The Sub

Ella endured another round of fouette turns, the joy gone, as gone as air once you breathe it — that is, not gone, but having suffered an irreversible process. The joy was outside her body, beyond the iron curtain of her leotard. She could see it in the mirror, watching class from one of the…

Jenna Fletcher – Whichever I Am

WHICHEVER I AM: THE TURTLE, THE HUMAN OR THE EIGHTEEN WHEELER, OR YOU CLEANED YOUR APARTMENT AT 6AM, AND I FELL ASLEEP AFTER BINGE EATING AN ENTIRE BAG OF SOUR CANDY, BUT SURE, WE’RE ALL COPING JUST FINE Tonight I ride the bus to Laughing Horse simply to hug Tyler because I think—no, I know—I…

Danni Green – When Being a Woman and Colored

It is our first date He is the color of skinned apples Or clean teeth I keep hoping my hair still looks cute And my dress fits just right We are walking With no target in mind Up the block A woman the color of palms Or cream cheese is tying the shoes of her…

Kaiya Gordon – The Other End of O’Hara’s Line

But am I Ms.? Everyone is sticky, except for slurred me. OH! how I’d like you to be in the car with me: as I slide home from Capitola, along the California One. The cliffs I pass stretch and shrink, and this is where we saw all those dead fish, isn’t it am I? Those…