Swimming Pool Courtney Ryan “My libido is shot,” I said two hours into our first and only date. It wasn’t either of our faults. I was on antidepressants for suitable reasons: childhood trauma, family psychosis, too much sugar, etc. It wasn’t his business, either, but since he so cavalierly asked how many dates it would…
The Companion Jeff Frawley Her father was hospitalized for a problem of the heart. Elsa visited, found him snoring, stomach rising beneath the sheets. Within half a year he’d be dead, cardiac arrest, discovered in his efficiency above the Bent Nail. Unsure what to do, she laid a hand across his forehead. She hadn’t seen…
The Women’s Frescoes in the Palazzo Chiaramonte Ray Ball today I looked at graffiti rendered from vegetable oils and menstrual blood daubed onto the walls of a prison to create images to mark their presence …
Two Poems Signe E. Land Mama Said He Said Mama said she doesn’t rememberhe said he put me in a box with himi said i said nothingsomething bad …
When my dad caught me fireflies after catechism Magdalyn Gould If ever Its neon guts could smear your name, I would squeeze my palm this flush dusk to keep you always in June. © 2019 Magdalyn Gould ===== Magdalyn studied poetry at Queens College’s MFA program. She is the winner of…
