MAY 2023 / ISSUE 23

A Gesture of Silence

by Jesse Sorrell

The small silences are everything.
Nothing but silence,
this breath.

If ICARUS WAS A DRONE

by Bec Bell-Gurwitz

    Though I have been careful, 
                                                              my lungs become winged.    

OLD NIGHTS

by Anuradha Prasad

If I unravel again, I hope to do it better. There’s a half-hearted, pitiful wretchedness to my unraveling. I could’ve been an icon…

CRISIS IN PERFECT WEATHER

by Dey Rivers

No one taught us how to receive and contain the amassing good in our body. We run scared…

SUMMER SONG II

by Anna Reeser

The ultrasound burrows into memory like an old smell I can’t name. What is the smell of fullness in the throat?

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME

by MariNaomi

I Thought You Loved Me was inspired by the need for catharsis. Usually I discourage using public art to work out one’s feelings, but…