Turning Point by Matt McGee
I came into the Carl’s jr, hungry and with a near-dead cell phone. I put in my order. An older man sat alone in the dining room, reading a book. I’d just sat down, plugged in my cell to see that magical, relieving lightning bolt on the battery icon. The old man kept reading. The […]
untitled by Des DeVivo
today i wear the colors of my country. red; of angry, bloodshot eyes. white; the stricken pallor of my complexion. and royal blue; bruises won by falling for hope. ~ https://www.desdevivo.com/
i am asked to survive more often than i’d like by luna rey hall
every phone call starts with oh good you’re alive. i’m not sure how much longer i can keep doing this. the apartment smells like tea rose & heat. my city is empty— the only sunlight reflected in droplets what is transness if not persistence i’m starting to think i’m not good with words. in case […]
Herded by Matthew Feinstein
We, blue cargo, strapped to our neighbor’s backs. Their hooves chafe against the white house lawn toward the artificial orange of his face from which spews messianic verbiage—this American temptation in a rotted core like Play-Doh blanketing a blade. Do we love when red wool scrapes our faces? Do we fight as they run toward […]
Happy Doomsday to The Women Who Celebrate by Christie Beckwith
Someday America will come crawling to us, bleeding democracy out of her center, Know that we can’t educate her out of the mess. It is only love that lasts, in all the forms an infinite mind can imagine. Your institutions will fail, and they will fall. You will wonder how we learned to maintain such […]
