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Editor’s Note, Issue 9

At Third Point Press, we focus ourselves on just a few things: publishing distinct, wonderful work from people who are equally wonderful and distinct. We find the work that is…

Issue 9 Featured Artist’s Statement

Emily Truman Emily is a local collage artist who often found herself in her bedroom as a child, spreading magazines and paper clippings out on her ugly green rug, clipping…

we never learned turnaround jumpers (for shaun livingston)

by Alvin Park Pull the carrots from the earth, dirt clinging to their eyes. Remember when that was you? Remember when you heard the snap? Remember when you couldn’t open…

How to Find Your Cervix

By Danielle Johnson first, my hand inside the opening of a galaxy swirling with fishing line and blood. Age makes me unafraid, so I reach—feel the give of this bruise…

the obvious/as I’ve accidentally put both hands up/ex nihlio

by Heikki Huotari   the obvious The   cubic    foot   of   air   will    fill    the basketball but for a time – the basketball will flatten and the air  will …

Self-portrait as Medical Model of Disability/Self-Portrait as Economic Model of Disability

By torrin a. greathouse     torrin a. greathouse is a genderqueer trans woman & cripple-punk from Southern California. She is the Editor-in-Chief of Black Napkin Press.…

On and on

By Melissa Goode We walk through the greenest park, my hand inside your hand, inside your coat. You turn your head to look at a puddle. Not now, I say,…

Eve Knows How to Make the Asp’s Mouth an Entrance

by Nicole Connolly   Nicole Connolly lives and works in Orange County, CA, which she promises is mostly unlike…

From the Water

By Alexander WeIdman It was about 38 degrees but with the spray from the water it felt even colder. I couldn’t see my breath though, which I thought was odd…

Open Space

By LUIS LOPEZ-MALDONADO & we walk run float on dirt trails cactus growing up into the blue black & balloons balloons balloons, the moon is shy tonight sneakers against Rio Grande…

Out in the Night, I Found Myself Falling

by Chloe Clark   At noon, we heard the siren. Walking to the briefing-room, past the largest windows on the base, I imagined looking out and sunlight. Outside, of course,…

throw your hands in the air and wave them like

By Olatunde Osinaike     Olatunde Osinaike is a Nigerian-American poet originally from the West Side of Chicago. He is…


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