Resplendent, spear gored,  the wedding guest would still be shouting if he hadn’t  come within that single fathom. Over you go,  the both of you, into the photo  on the guidebook’s dust jacket flap. The volcano has either already erupted or is just about to,  smoke stacks poking anachronistically through the power grid. Somebody ought […]

Ben So it was me and you. In the bath tub. Downstairs with Star Trek VHS. Us with Enid Blyton books lined up. Us skidding down church centre halls on our knees. Us playing footy on the village green and booting it into the graveyard. The one where you now reside. Us cross streaming in […]

When someone hurts you,Don’t hold it in your bodyOr let it leak like acidThrough your veins.Take something tender Go to a high place,The suicide bridge withThe fence that prevents peopleMaking permanent decisions.Look down  When you push the sun over the edgeAnd hear the great silence as it fallsThough it’s milliseconds, a rotation As long as a […]

Artist Statement: These photographs were all taken in my historic neighborhood in downtown Evansville, IN. The images capture the character of the buildings and homes and also suggest the need for continued attention and revitalization. Kristin LaFollette is a writer, artist, and photographer and is the author of the chapbook, Body Parts (GFT Press, 2018). She is […]

Mid-July: the fourth fruits of the sky drip down towards earth a filmy gloss greening the surface of what we know. All around dust falls quiet. Leaves curl together in prayer waiting. Above, the gray sky fills its lungs. Mid-afternoon: between field and gravel path soft mist whispers  to wilting and skeptical soil of resurrection. […]

Crying Wolf Fairy Tale Once upon a time, there was a girl, the prettiest who was ever seen. One day her mother asked her to bring some cakes to her grandmother who lived in the woods. On her way, she met a wolf. He was handsome and charming and offered to play a game. Let’s […]

The  drooping  willows  not quite  weeping yet will soon be paying old winters debt The sky  a kind of mathematical grey forcloses on the dirt poor day. BERNARD PEARSON: His work  appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut The Littlestone Journal.  In 2017 a selection of his poetry […]

Love me back—and if you can’t, then say so, and let me go with whatever peace I can salvage. Assia Wevill, “Ted Hughes, March 1968,” She did not sign the letter but, at the bottom of the page she drew a dying bird, with outspread wings,                                                                                                                             looking like a woman who had jumped from a […]

Yusuf Akman was born in Denizli, Turkey. They are a senior philosophy student at Boğaziçi University whose literary focus revolves around what having a queer identity in Turkey is like. Their works appeared in the online journals Trampset, Raised Brow Press, Resurrection Magazine and Cypress Press.Twitter: @Akman_Yusuf_

INTRO: these untitled pieces are from an in-progress but almost finished chapbook called “marbling,” which happens to be about absolutely fucking soul-crushing sorrow. the gray days are the most difficult;the days when nothing really feelsreal – least of all you. it’s a differentkind of quiet, a different kind of coldand both of them, piercing. time […]