issue-15

Still-life with Shrubs

Autumn buzzes around us, like the killing of bees.our youthful legs still adoring crop stains,stampeding the dense thickets, honey-sweet with […]

Fever Season In my life, I have rarely been on the cutting edge. Be it fashion, literary trends, or cell

In the very back of Landsdelle Cemetery, beneath a windfall of vine maples, Adaranth White took respite between two sheltered

I’m handpicked by a misphrase to where my person lies:gash in a word pool of listlessness where grief & suture

Light and life and rain and white noise and we are thrumming with the city’s breath and soaring through its

for Japheth Our deads cost a language to bring back.& in Taiwan, mother lavish her speaking-in-tongues on empty sky.

“Listen,” she says, and takes Hank’s hand—takes it because intimacy might soften the blow. “What do you think about meeting