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Fiction Issue 1

Boys

great viral chains all drawn and stretched out anchored to some undiscovered point past the clouds cosmic and leering leaving whorls and eddies of cotton in their wake as meandering fingers doused in white drag across the bone dry blue one day the boy will look at the ...  READ MORE

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Issue 1 Nonfiction

Walmart Weirdos

In the local Walmart with Bianca, I noticed I’d become my own shopping cart. She pushed me up and down the aisles as we looked around and picked up the things we needed, each item accumulating on my lap. At that time, I was still getting used to life in a wheelchair ...  READ MORE

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Issue 1 Poetry

Hang On To Humanity

In 

my room 

until inculcated echoes

memories 

of self-care elixirs

unbottled

assuring depression excision 

via exercise goad me

finally

out

to 

roads 

where I run by others 

humans

at least 6 feet apart

and we make space

for each other 

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Issue 1 Poetry

A Drop of Near-Sanity in the Bucket that is this Insane Country

1. PRECIPICES  [2] 

i. Today, 7 April 20, fittingly,

marks anniversary

#26 of the Congo’s dreadful Ebola 

fight/flight. 

Now embrace 

full monte* to assault, naked, 

COVID mountain

or hangdog,*

our lax attitude maintenance

could drop Us

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Issue 1 Poetry

I am Not! (after John Clare)

I am not 

– 

yet 

what I am:

a memory lost:

self-consumer

in wire lightning

rise and vanish




ship       wrec k

nothing ness of scorn & NO

ise stranger than      the rest i long

for screams     smiled with my

Creator

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Issue 1 Poetry

The Harbinger

Night is a devilish harbinger, bringing

dreams and fears that infiltrate

your sleeping mind, 

where they feed until

either your heart screams

for release or the dawn arrives, 

a stake in the vampire thoughts that

drain the soul and foretell a doom

you perceive is always ...  READ MORE

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Fiction Issue 1

I

I hate the word.

“I.”

“I,” what a hollow, selfish word to speak as the crowned lady takes prisoners. “I,” the vastness of an empty apartment, walls naked . “I,” a cell phone without messages.

“Darling.” “Sweetheart.” These are but ghosts of names, ...  READ MORE