Kexin Huang

      Woof Woof She came growling at me like a wolf, muttering moonlight out of her throat and blood is the future in my skin. No more good girl. She kept moving in her frightened threats, unstable pain swallowed in an unspeakable way. Like me with my...
Mimi Kunz

Mimi Kunz

  Mimi Kunz is a visual artist and poet who lives in Brussels. Her work appeared in Hedgerow, a journal of small poems, La Piccioletta Barca, Ellipsis, MoonPark Review and elsewhere. More on https://mimikunz.com Insta: mimi.kunz

Joe Crocker

      The Uncertainty Principle But though she kissed me as a child would do, She clung on a little longer than she needed to. Jake Thackray “The Kiss” Hold a rule beside her measured look. Precisely fix the time it took to meet and break away....

David Adger

      By Nectan’s Well being unnatural he fixes his sight past the fields of bere and oat and the woods of birch, his goat-eyes watch two worlds at once he knows to boil henbane with bitter vetch so he can see what exiled angels scrawl on the bark of...

NJ Hynes

    Unbound It was so quiet she could hear her hair grow, heartbeat stretch across measures, nails twist into mobius strips. She unlatched the window so the hair had somewhere to go, tumbling and snarling like water released in spring. He came every day –...