By Katherine Gibbel
all the roads collapsed
>I heard your quick breath in your attic room
>>almost saw your pale
face grow paler round the edges
>not a moon just wet paper’s
>>slight jaundice drying out
By Lauren Winchester
am smeared with gold
and soot and anxious
for increase and on screens the sea
By Joshua Marie Wilkinson
...Look at the sun falling like
a moon. Look at that.
Stand still while I throw this
stone over your head...
By Virginia Konchan
...Do not pity my captivity. When I meet
my face in the mirror, I read it from
the perspective of being frozen, or freed...