OCT 2021 / ISSUE 10

ONE DAY

by Priyanka Sacheti 

I cannot write petrol without thinking of you. It is a favorite scent of mine but it was a truth I nurtured in secret: myself at petrol stations, drunk on those rich…

WITNESS

by Carol Fischbach

The flat spin of the plane is in equilibrium. Like a pencil burst through its belly and the plane rotates flat on a vertical axis. Rudder useless. Airspeed and rotation…

NINE-BALL

by Sabrina Tom

On the speakers played Dwight Yoakam’s Purple Rain. A song for men. Chris and Peter hummed with pleasure, in harmony with cowboy music, with each other…

HELP THE SHOOTS GROW, PULL THEM

by Ploi Pirapokin

Our best friend was wrapped like a handroll in her blanket, lying sideways. Her tousled black hair poked out on one end, and her thick calves came out…

GLORY CHASING

by Adam Swanson

Inside an adult sex shop, far from the street entrance, a curtain made by strings of tiny metal beads separates the plastic-wrapped silicone and DVDs…

Life Is Real Only Then, When ‘I Am’

by Juan Arata

I create as I speak
but I don’t know the higher language
just a notion of the occult.
The secret knowledge is in the mistake.