by JAKE STOKES
I scratched my head and looked at the convertible and tried to decide if it was gray or silver. That was one thing I’d never learned during my training. Not that it was my business, but it didn’t seem like a great car for this weather.
Continue reading Valets
By KEVIN GOH
You used to say
it was never just
a deck of baseball cards.
Continue reading Memoir
By MELVIN LI
The surface of water, when disturbed, erupts outward—
Fleeing harmoniously in a perfect ring.
Continue reading Lines to a Cockroach Cave
fake leather and cigarette smoke
caught in my hair
Continue reading fake leather
hell is a fog
hell is dissonance
Continue reading hell is real
By ARIELLA REIDENBERG
My friends ask me why I care so much
Continue reading Erosion: Part 2
by SPENCER HOLM
Ralph is a reason to keep hand sanitizer on hand.
I was so green it’s not even funny. No laundry machine, no dishwasher, I didn’t even have a fridge.
Continue reading Judgement Day
They say the devil’s in the details or maybe it was god or maybe I just hate detail oriented people. I’m not too sure and I’m not too sure I care either.
Continue reading that was my name
by THEADORA WALSH
The thing called phantom vibration was one of the most common ways Corduroy experienced touch these days.
Continue reading Corduroy Brown
I am not bitter I am venom
acid that breaks down his skin his bones
Continue reading Venom