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...

Lavinia

Red Morgan   Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears, Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyred thee. Titus Andronicus, III.i.107–108 I was passed from man to man. The crooked alley gave shelter to my ravishers, and they pried my legs open. Like moths trapped in...

Hot Now!

— an ode to Krispy Kreme Donuts   Paul Jones   They have no ends, no centers. Angelically white, they rise. They expand before our eyes— light, lithe, gracefully bloated. Hillbilly bagels begin their float down the river of hot oil, wafting, as we are...

Old Man and Wife, Kettle Screaming

Terence Culleton   There in a breakfast nook an old man peruses the paper. His wife peruses a book there in a breakfast nook. The header: CAUGHT IN A CAPER! The kettle discharges its vapor, as, there in a breakfast nook, an old man peruses the paper. He’s humming...