Until the Next Time Sometimes I play that song just to cry. Just to feel you in the room. Because now you are the room. The bones of this house we’ll never leave. So sometimes I take you in fully. Your favorite song, your favorite movie. I take on the full weight of you. Every […]Read more "Poetry by Lillian Rankins"
Inverted Hair Metal Love Ballad The timestamps on word documents And last played dates on songs Remind me of The evening I brought You takeout And your cat immediately Entered the empty Box when we took out The food. The quick dinner we Ate before you Drove back to Normal, Huddling together In the hotel […]Read more "Poetry by Thursday Simpson"
Jason Dominguez is a native of Southern California. In his spare time, he enjoys listening to the hum of power lines and trekking the hills of his surroundings. His illustrations have been published in Abyme magazine and Curious Publishing. Find him on Instagram via @tecloRead more "Photography by Jason Dominguez"
i’m crying, as i get down on my hands and knees in the shower with my clothes still on and dry heave. nothing comes up. i shift my little weight so that my hands are on my knees. i take a few ragged breaths. i reach up and turn the cold water on; i sit […]Read more "Untitled by Dani Tauber"
an archaeologist in love (I wish I was bottomless so everything crashing into me would feel weightless. I turn love into bitterness resentment that is my superpower my alchemy) I’ve found treasures tucked away eroded through years of layers upon layers upon layers buried meticulously and when a piece shines through (or I feel it […]Read more "Poetry and Photography by Stephanie Schubert"
Euthanise the Creature Much like the right kind of sex, I smell good in the unwashed ambience of a Sunday morning when taking a shortcut through the churchyard and getting home on whatever God doesn’t keep. There are those of us who will never catch the scent of it on their tongues and for that, […]Read more "Poetry and Photography by Dean Rhetoric"
Work It’s the end of the world, And they still want you to go to work. Everyone you love is dead, And they still want you to go to work. They fire you, And they still want you to go to work. The machine eats blood. It doesn’t care how old or young it is. […]Read more "Poetry and Photography by Micah Chaim Thomas"
by Andie Lovins winter rain smellsofdirt something vaginal i wake myselfso slowlyi let thesepearlssaturate my tongue drown me with their earth wisdom i am muddywithremembrance but holyraini send her everywhere i ride on the back of her truth the shutters thrown wide a blossomingshe’s in me nowi’m scrubbed of all thatnowi am the stormRead more "Her Rebirth"
by Allison Baldwin There’s nothing like a mother’s love A monument to practical things. A hairbrush on a nightstand. A notebook tucked away. She is the anchor in this house. She grounds in fire. She goes into Quick-Chek buys me two half gallons of milk, a box of cookies, never asks for money back. She […]Read more "From the Womb"
Christian was born and raised in Macedonia and arrived in the US in 2012. He currently resides in Chicago.Read more "Photography by Christian Kirovski"