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Elegy by Nicole Callräm

September 7, 2022

This, the only hopeful space in Midwestern / decay.

September 6, 2022

“Our bombs hit somewhere distant and kill / somebody’s someone.”

August 30, 2022

There was no explosion, no note, no shoot out, just a silence where there had so recently been a girl.

August 23, 2022

I remember there were day trippers.

August 18, 2022

Urgency and Catastrophe: Darren C. Demaree’s “Clawing at the Grounded Moon” explores an altered world grappling with the collapse of the moon.

A Parisian Affair by Kevin Wranovix
Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.