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Editor’s Note, Issue 10

Summer is almost here, and at least on the east coast it felt like winter wouldn't ever let go. For most of us, books and tea (and maybe whiskey, too)…

[IN PULLING A WILD WEED OUT OF THE SOIL]

BY Oluwaseun Fakoyede in pulling a wild weed out of the soil you anticipate the sight of its roots multiple thin veins pulled out of hope. it is harsh to…

Belly Button Fantasy

by Jennifer Wolkin   Jennifer Wolkin is a health and neuro psychologist, speaker, mental health advocate, and mindfulness-meditation practitioner.  She just started her MFA in…

Last night I Dreamt that Fire Haunted You/What Kind of Animal

by Aya Elizabeth Last Night I Dreamt that Fire Haunted You Given that we are always the subjects of our own ghost stories—like these ash antlers I hold in my…

The Snow That Does Not Fall

by Cathy Ulrich As I lie beside you, I think of the difference between our names — hers and mine. Hers, all soft consonants and dragging vowels, and mine, sharp…

Sacrifice at Sea

by mariela lemus Certain invertebrates including species of lobsters, spiders, octopuses, and crickets can shed appendages as a means of self - defense when caught , improving the odds of…

Teadream

by Tomas kurth half-six drizzle hints a day through hems of unhung drapes grey as needles billow off the pines grey as pitch cascades hot to the sea dawn peals…

All Inclusive

by Louis Wenzlow But enough about my fearing the AI apocalypse And the end of flesh as we know it, enough about Those concentration camps of the future, 100% Mechanized with…

I Do

by eric ingram I am competitive except when it comes to hide and seek. As a child, anxious for him to catch me, I pretended to bark when really I…

The B

by greg Tebbano A's are obvious—first from the door, closest to the earth. B's are afterthoughts. They take a little getting to, a flight of stairs or an elevator, and…

Underwater Beasts

by Hugo Simões We should perhaps sleep forever; in oyster rooms, a dormitory. Our withered heads a weathercock for sleepy astral winds. In carmine coloured sheets we’ll drowse, and should…

Mami Wota and Papi Wota

Flash Fiction by Ebele Mọgọ We were water people. This world was not enough for us.  Mammy Wota and Papi Wota.  Nsogbu di kwa. Groaning, groaning alone. Trickling through spaces.  Not…


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