SEPT 2021 / ISSUE 9

THE WAVES HEAR EVERY PROMISE YOU’VE MADE

by Chloe Clark

For a moment, Kara didn’t want to go any nearer. It was barely a fraction of a second, but a fear had gotten through—something wild and primal.

Sand Dollar

by Adam Swanson

I’d never seen an ocean, but in the middle of flatlands and cornfields, a flood of ocean sounds filled his basement bedroom and my ears.

Above All Was the Sense of Hearing Acute

by Sabrina Tom

So do not presume that I am crazy, for a crazy woman could not feel as I did. Could not see and hear as I did. Could not kill as I did.

Helen G Blake_Snap, oil on linen, 14 x 17cm, 2018. Collection of Ballinglen Museum of Art. Photograph courtesy of the artist.JPG

CONNECTIVE TISSUE

by Carol Fischbach

This towering force rolls across the park, over me, through me, but somehow the air hangs silent and still and heavy.

HELP THE SHOOTS GROW,
PULL THEM

by Ploi Pirapokin

I thought, if ostriches are mistaken for hiding when they bury their heads in sand, then what about teenage girls? Why aren’t we afforded that grace?

UNTITLED 2020.1

by Colleen Keefe

For a long time my work has explored methods for breeding urban environments using organic models—multicellular organisms’ reproductive and propulsion…