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'Dreaming About Fish', by Sarp Sozdinler

Tokyo, Japan · Tokyo

'Dreaming About Fish', by Sarp Sozdinler

I thrust my toothpick into the bowl of meatballs as the European duo onstage started criticizing the art scene in Japan. As latecomers, Jowi and I were sitting at the makeshift bar near the exit door, which lent us a false sense of independence from the sitting crowd. “People are afraid to spice things up in Tokyo,” Jowi said, then swerved on her stool to spit the last bite of meatball out onto her palm. I took off my peacoat and folded it on th…Read Article

3 Poems by BEE LB

Michigan · Michigan

3 Poems by BEE LB

augustfinally, i have allowed the world to leave me. in the distance,a mirror overturned on the ground, reflecting only light.i have leaned in to passivity. curled my hand around airwithout feeling held. the boundaries of the body keep everythingin place. i have chosen myself again, again— if only in choosing not toleave. a sleepless night followed by another sleepless day. the sky’s threatheld behind lipless clouds. opportunity offered and repl…Read Article

'Angie Gets a Job', by Angie Boroff

Berkeley, California · Berkeley

'Angie Gets a Job', by Angie Boroff

Angie was not qualifying; she was crying. With one hand across her eyes, she groped for the tissue box that her interviewer extended without looking up as he checked her typing test. From between her fingers, Angie watched him circle errors. The sharp red pencil reminded her of a bird’s beak: peck, stab, scratch. It left bloody little wounds all over her page. This abysmal performance confirmed every pessimistic prediction of her destiny that An…Read Article

'Bats of Alexandria', by Özge Lena

What is lost is lost, we haveto learn to carry that loss onour shoulders like blind batsas delicate limbs of the body.That night in the high terraceof a hotel in Alexandria, I readthat along with endless scrollsof papyrus, there were shrinesfor nine muses in the ancientlibrary, the goddesses of musicand poetry, then the labyrinthinegardens to discuss the lectures,and a strange collection of liveanimals. That they burned last.Centuries later it i…Alexandria, Egypt · Alexandria Read Article

Visual Art by Thomas Riesner

Destruction I & II Raid I & II Battle I & IIMore information at: http://www.thomasriesner1.wordpress.com/Read Article

'Honey, Jam, and Marmalade', by Mercury Sunderland

brush my teeth inhoney, jam, & marmaladeclean the grime awayin sweet fruits& sugars of naturein my mouththe queen bee sleepsi must not disturb herwith the rhythm of cleanqueen bee dreams amongststrawberry fields& grape vinesgrow quickly &tangle her body snugonto my tongue.all the little beeswish to pollinatesweet flowersthey cannot seeso they walk unguided& fall deep into my throatsting me from the insideso i swella kingdom of bee corpsesis foun…Amsterdam, Netherlands · Amsterdam Read Article

'THE HUNT', by John Grey

On the hunt, your father tells you,the rifle is your only friend.In his presence, you pretend to love it.It’s what he wants of you,to join his secret cult of death.You’re hunched down in damp brush,darkened by the woods around you.His eyes and ears are piquedlike the creatures he is there to shoot.You pray silently for all forest animals.In your father’s heavy breath,you hear a desperation to pull that trigger,to justify this time in purgatory,s…Australia · Australia Read Article

'A Summer Vacation', by Jerome Stanley

The train left the Saint Lazare station at noon. It was such a relief to leave the heat of the city behind. The movement of the train seemed to pulse through his body like a shot of energy, adding to the excitement of seeing Stefan again. They had met earlier in the summer. Luc was impressed with Stefan’s talent as a sculptor. He felt a kinship with Stefan, who expressed a real interest in Luc’s intention to become a writer. He saw Stefan as so…World War II · Les Andelys Read Article

2 Poems by Christopher Heise

Lonely & BadassIn the silence of the soundswill be found the storyof your days far away fromthe love & lyrics you’ve knownlike a blind bat without homestarving under the desolate orderof stars & LED streetlightslike a speck of dust in an overclean crowdnever proud of its accomplishmentsalways down on its luckon purpose like a fucked duckdoesn’t-give-a-shit foolfor no good reason excepthe thinks it’s cool to bebad & lonely & badass.Naturally No O…Philadelphia, Pennsylvania · Philadelphia Read Article

'Pursuit' and 'The Ballad of Ortolan bunting', by orion flowers

Pursuit The Ballad of Ortolan bunting orion flowers (they/them), is a New Jersey born, New York based, multidisciplinary artist. Their writing primarily focuses on identity, societal values, love, and alternative Black futures.Newark, New Jersey · Newark Read Article

4 Poems by J. Bechard

BoneyardI’ve built a cemetery all for myself.Graves upon graves yawning before me,Their mouths stretching to touch the horizon.Every evening I lower my body beneath the dirt,Every morning I am formed in clay.I am GodAnd I am Adam;I shape a body in the dawnlight,Return to mud by dusk.How many iterations can be madeOf the same broken body?How many times must I kill myselfFor it to finally stick?Neural CouplingFor EleoI can feel your heartbeat agai…Read Article

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