by Shabelle Paulino Your words were the thin thread of suture that closed my wounds. They were the stitches that held me together, that stopped me from bleeding out. They …
Patchwork Grief
Category: Spring 2020
Preoccupado
by Devlin Cooper on the way into the city the graveyards rest sardined heaving in great waves // the streets have songs written by volume alone like a stalactite …
Landing
by Charlie Fox Part One En route to LaGuardia, chaos ensues. Bloom in a hot-pocket, me in a hot sock. Air weary, we’re airy. Consubstantial evidence of a de-icing system …
Mama’s Journal
by Charlie Fox When I got to January 15th, I stopped. There it was. His curt name inked in dark blue on the sickly page: Bill Stone. This cut-out kitchen …
Atheist
by Devlin Cooper An addict told me that the idea of God probably interferes with our spiritual fitness Five years before that a Buddhist asked me what God means to …
Hinsdale, IL
by Charlie Fox A night full of shadows, we approached Mellin Park to the left of the cul de sac; I always thought it was melon. After she died, a …