Untitled I After Phil Kaye’s “Canyon” I lost contact with my obaachanfor a while. My tongue got tangledfrom gibberish versions of overhearingmom’s phone calls with her sisters and theEnglish alphabet as the sonics of kanjislipped…
Browsing Category Spring 2025
Feed the Machine: An Interview with Benjamin Kessler
Benjamin Kessler’s novella The Pinnacle is set in a near-future version of New York City that feels uncomfortably close to our present moment. In it, our unnamed narrator spends weeklong shifts in The Pinnacle, the…
The Bar Where We Met Is Closing
forever which means we are the ghostsI always knew we were.What haunts me is that I am certainthat everything that has ever happenedthat everything that will ever happenis happening right now. When I order a…
This is The Poem I Always Wanted to Write
This is the poem I always wanted to writeAbout trees and precipices and the PacificCoast in the state of Oregon, about momWho loved dad who passed away when itWas too early to know what fatherhood…
“Venerate” & “because my womb is churning into its own source”
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