b. a poem by Eleanor Johnston-Carter SPRING 2018 for a minute i wasn’t thinking about anything these nights of barely sleeping bodies curled like quota- tion marks slow inhales of breath turning to snores i’ve seen you in a dream in the corners of my vision before we even met this feels like a reflex… Continue reading From the Archive
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THE SAME PLACE by Mandy Teel Fall 2021 Who knows how long it takes for us to get to the same place? Prices were too much for the day skin sounds like the perfect size I occupy, dim lighting and comfy chairs. All the way around, the… Continue reading From the Archive
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THE ART OF GHOSTING by Zach Messinger Winter, 2017 Ghosting is a lot like jazz It’s more about the notes you don’t play Than those you do A sacred midrash occupying the space between words Silently saying, “Dude, I don’t want to sleep with you.”
