Writing from a Place of Urgency

The Ungardening

Sarah Escue   Fields grow numb with winter. Through pines, the throaty pink hour of evening staggers, like a sleepy child heavy on her feet. Need I remind you? All that's still once fell. In the garden, a maple unwrites... Continue Reading →


A Return of Home

Whitney H.B.   Raindrops lick her star-gazed pricked skin As sensory as her ancestors, Anatomically autonomy, among her own- her pores open and swallow. And when the first autumn filled cool air crush- she's been scribbling in her journal, returns... Continue Reading →

What the Potato Gave Roger

Brice Maiurro   On the day his wife passed away, Roger Carlson got to carving out the inside of their prize winning giant potato. The potato was a Yukon Gold potato, named as such for being found near the Yukon... Continue Reading →

A Lifetime’s Work

kaleb (worst)   I want to know who you will be taking home. The warm night drinks skyfuls of smoke, our hats collide, our eyes open and close— we cradle our bodies, ones we used to serve platters of teeth,... Continue Reading →

What It’s Like To Know You Now

Lindsay Stewart   in tinted hours when everything will bloom and boom a delightful disintegration a concentrated chaos beneath the moon when palm trees dance on rooted feet I rush home to wonder at your strange soul


sarra jahedi  

Poverty: Home I-III

Rachel E. Diken  

Omward Bound

Travis Newbill   Recognition​ ​of​ ​arrival’s​ ​occasional Circumstances​ ​of​ ​innards​ ​are​ ​sloshing ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​after​ ​bedtime Walls​ ​chaotic Falling​ ​into​ ​window ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​t’​ ​glockenspiel​ ​spirits Skin​ ​I​ ​scrubbed ​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​... Continue Reading →

Should It Pass

Nessa Meadows   I hope my homelessness doesn't put you off your stride. I understand when you avoid looking in my eyes. For should this cup pass to you, I will lift you up. Those upon the street drink from... Continue Reading →

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