ANNIKA LISS
You were my first victim, after all: the first bloody body in my bed, light refracting from the shard sliding out of your neck, tearing the artery. You think you taught me how to shred reality to pieces, but I could snap long before you dug your grave between my empty ribs….Continue Reading Dripping
Category: 2025 Fall
The Mirror
KIDANE PINCUS
“Yet we are not made to suffer joy unending. The planets continue their ever-changing orbits around our star, the constellations whirl overhead, cavorting with comets and black holes alike, and down upon our little piece of rock friendships form – and are broken….Continue Reading The Mirror
Old Flames Made Old
ADRITA ZAIMA ISLAM
I can’t help but notice that the shade of her dress resembles the one she was wearing the day I left. I wonder if she picked it out on purpose, if she remembers, if it matters at all to her. …Continue Reading Old Flames Made Old
I Go Back to Jamjar
VENUMI GAMAGE
your warm mouth—fragile and tender / is unabating marmalade / and enough— / You said, This is what happens when I hold you for so long….Continue Reading I Go Back to Jamjar