Issue 14 - Third Point Press

By JJ Peña my high school teacher’s words: you have to start planning for the future. it falls, plop! right

By Summer J. Hart We practice cartwheels on the lawn. Bright red summer birds pluck insects out of the air.

By Robert Ball The first time you entrust your life to the strength of your fingertips curled over a half-inch

By JJ Peña when i think of dying, icarus comes to mind: a winged angel comet-ing from the sky in

By Lindsey Baker When we didn’t go out into the new neighborhood at night, we spent hours on Tammy’s computer

By James Braun Listen to our father. He is a screen door rattling hinges, hauling in cedar split for us

By anita goveas You can say it’s just a scrape but these are my favourite purple cowhide leather shoes, and

By Epiphany Ferrel My silver-laced Wyandotte hen has gotten broody. She’s been sitting on the nest for 38 hours and

By Epiphany Ferrell 1. She was a dog groomer and he had an Airedale terrier that bit everyone who attempted

By Ashley Cline you howl— & split my lip like watermelons / left on the neon vine, fat & summer-drunk

By Christina Beasley The anatomy of the sea anemone is intricate. I swam through one’s thick mouth and met miles

by charles kell I. Read the instructions as if they are the landscape. Stand straight at the open window with