The Little Things – Microwork

Girl Pants  The quickest way to get me to say “the patriarchy is bullshit” is to make me aware of the depth of men’s pockets.     Rheanna Haaland (she/her/they/them) is the 3rd place winner of the 2018 Erotica Grand SlaMN Championship for spoken word poetry. Their work has appeared most recently in “Auk Contraire”…

A Word from the Editor

Welcome to Issue 8.2! I hope you all had a chance to read the winning poem from our Poetry Contest: “To The Woman Crying in the Airport Lounge” by Kim Dhillon. We published it along with an interview with Kim that you don’t want to miss. You can find it here! We are planning another…

Issue 8.2 – Nonfiction

Inside the warm car we sit and wait, parked in front of my son’s elementary school, for the first bell to ring. Lily, my beautiful daughter, speaks from her seat in the back, describing her class science project, how they will try to design and build a house that the teacher can’t blow down with…

Issue 8.2 – Fiction

One thing she begged of him was that he should never love her in that emulative way, that way in which young people do celebrities which causes them to imitate their styles of dress and speech. She never begged it out loud, though, because she couldn’t find the way of saying it that was empty…

Issue 8.2 – Poetry

I love you, not in the romantic sense, I don’t want to date you. I just love you in the way that I get tingles in my chest when I see you and laugh with you. The way I love you is a nervous kind of love, a cute little laugh over a steamed cup…

Winning Poem by Kim Dhillon with Author Interview

To The Woman Crying in the Airport Lounge (After Kim Addonizio) It will get easier that baby kicking you on the inside will come out through your own strength on the backs of grandmothers and shoulders of giants into hands of midwives and it will fight sleep wean off your breast or off a bottle…

Book Review – The Great Alone

Some books are written for relaxing beach trips, when you don’t want to think to hard about anything and just want a fun story to take up a little space in your brain in between cocktails and afternoon naps. The Great Alone is not one of those books. Rather, it is a long, emotional haul…

The Little Things – Microwork

The Dangers of Spirituality I set my hair on fire this morning. Black flakes, oddly geometric, peppering the floor, my first priority was to clean them all up, pressing down on each one with my pointer finger, only then did I remember that my hair might still be on fire, a halo, a crown Olivia…

A Word from the Editor

Welcome to Issue 8.1! We are so excited to announce the winner of our first Poetry Contest! Kim Dhillon blew us away with her poem”To The Woman Crying in the Airport Lounge (After Kim Addonizio).” I know you’re anxious to read the winning poem, and we will be delighted to share it with you this…

Issue 8.1 – Nonfiction

On the way home from lunch one day my husband and I saw a sign for Gaglione. We had just moved to Italy and had nothing better to do on such a beautiful summer’s day, so we followed the left tine of the forked road to see what kind of hamlet gets a name like…

Issue 8.1 – Fiction

When it was obvious that he wasn’t coming, Francine put the angel hair and the Texas toast under foil and got moving. This was her day off and she had things to do and she wouldn’t be caught dead not doing them on account of some prick. She turned on Keeping Up with the Kardashians…

Issue 8.1 – Poetry

I ate men, one after the other, licking my fingers as I finished   each one.   I was feeding myself, filling up cold, star-less nights,   taking their fire and then wiping it away,   tossing the leftovers in the trash.   But men are not good nutrition.   My bones shrank and hollowed,…