Poetry: Two Poems by Rivka Clifton
“Give me seven, at least. With 10, / I’m sated, turned Satan.”
Poetry: “frequently bought together” by Natan Last
“My art form is knowing your Myers-Briggs from the books you left in boxes on stoops before relocating to Westchester.”
Poetry: “LOLO, I MADE IT INTO THE IVY-CRESTED ROOM BUT THE WALLS ARE SLOWLY DIGESTING ME” by Kimberly Ramos
“we were well behaved and beautiful by the tall windows : copies of Darwin and Sartre in our laps”
Poetry: “DECOLONIAL EROTICA” by Meriem Evangline
“whatever they want we can be whatever Ivory fantasy they want us to be our mouths full of them we can feel them stuck to the back of our throats as salt sweet syrup”
Poetry: Two Poems by Daniel B. Summerhill
“my mother coaxing my tears into a small offering, the soil shimmers. a mausoleum of new. / i don’t know death, only grief.”
Poetry: “Poem In Which I Was Never Raped” by Dustin Brookshire
“I still use money for therapyー all those pesky mommy issues alive and well. The only nightmares I have come from my obsession with horror movies.”
Poetry: “ON MY 34TH BIRTHDAY I STEAL ANOTHER YEAR” by Theo LeGro
“Nights I stayed inside and ate alone in the dark. / Is there really any difference between planting a thing and burying it?”
Poetry: “Abacus” by Julián Martinez
“Us being/ so inseparable throughout our busy days/ shows how great a void you’d leave/ if you left, which, we have to leave eventually.”