Starkillers by Akshay Fotedar

The fragile mesh of thoughts torn by a falling star. A sundering of worlds; the incompleteness taunting. In dark desires, glory was found, butchered, hung up by the window for finer sensibilities. Twisted wraiths float in the vacuum; We are starkillers. Our truth will...

Here is My Silence by Alycia Pirmohamed

This antagonistic serrated version of myself is not unlike the coyotes we watched stalk the ice. I want to explain. To tell you how these fires around me were never started by my hands. But I do not explain how you are a universal experience I long for. I am not that...

Reflection by Tricia Elliott

Human, we heard you coming – the tangled, grumbling footfalls drumming the still soft ground, exhales trailing in clouds.   You stopped, crouched near, staring naming another’s bones   nested in goldenseal, bunchberry, moss; these long metatarsals, phalanges...

A Name for Things by Amy Alexander

Content warning: sexual assault. Every object in this photograph has a name. Rabbit the clock Tonka the truck Mr. and Mrs. Claus shimmering like disco royalty in the background. My mother shoved pins in them with sequins the color of rubies and made them glimmer...

Aerial by Alycia Pirmohamed

In this dream, I fly over a canyon filled with faces. I am guided by a garland of my mother’s voice, the slip and echo of contralto, a stammer in the low height of the troposphere. It weaves water into silk and silk into saree, and in this dream, I become a wren with...

Migration by Tricia Elliott

As you grasped the bony curve, lifting it from the riverbank into the shifting, slanting light, it became the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. An antler, dropped by passing caribou, pressed cool and coarse within your palms.   With this slender bone as...

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