Expulsion

Samantha Gennett   One time on acid you puked for three hours straight as you walked around the southern suburbs of Chicago with your then-boyfriend, now-mimeograph. Your vomit smelled like week-old chardonnay, vinegary, faux-fancy cocktail of butternut squash...

Thoughts Gratis

Dan Campion   Survival of the fittest concepts does not make them true. They only rule until their betters come to mind, and then: It was a fine affair. Now, who’ll pick up the bill? To get out of the payment takes some skill, impossible to teach. You must be...

Baby yeah

Ting Lin   now it is summer and I still can’t eat much / on meds that make me shake for days / but i’m sprawled on your couch talking about tiny heartbreaks / willing some boy into obliteration / with the violence we used to claw at each other with / mouths...

Sedition: A Slipper

Yash Seyedbagheri   sedition, a casual slipper left for someone to slide on cleanup not included, why they say it’s just a demonstration, a statement, an ethos history shattered a flag bearing bars that split souls in half but it’s all casual a rowdy time, like...

In the Box Room

Ceinwen Haydon   Her claustrophobic room mulches secrets hidden beneath piles of frowsty knitwear. In zipped-up shoulder bags, under squashed hats: sexed memories lie smouldering there. Hidden beneath piles of frowsty knitwear torn letters, watermarked by wine...