Poem: Laurin Becker Macios


Our Selves Were Made for Something and We Searched for It When we found ourselves there it was March and quiet with snow. Flakes scented like sliced apple lazed down—gathered, melted on a striped cat’s fur. Mountains loomed like hangnails, hurt a little. Each moment was a textbook full of how. We found a brown … Continue reading

Story: David Rawding


This Is Power The wave in front of me ascends to regency like a tongue poised to lick the sky. The crest, decidedly paramount, becomes too heavy with weight, and dives ahead. An advancing wall of water suddenly crumbles and shatters into piles of white glass. The avalanche of foam races to meet me, but … Continue reading


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