Julia Webb

      The first time we knew you weren’t of us The magic people are coming, you said. You took us outside and pointed at the sky. You were two, long dark lashes like your dad’s that brushed your cheeks when you closed your eyes, your head full of stars...

Ella B. Winters

      Human Across the road stands a woman wearing a child on her heart, her breast- milk stained t-shirt plays peek-a-boo with the infant’s bobbing head, toothless grin scattering in all directions. The baby raises her hands like a conductor...

Jaymz Lea

      Inflammation My mum always says, I get where water wouldn’t. When he drank me, I left myself somewhere sunken living beside a leopard seal. I’m happiest after I’ve gotten wet an ocean, a bath, a puddle, a bottle of Costco’s finest mineral. Without...

John Grey

      Flying over Desert Mountains behind us, the land spreads out, flat and brittle, like a discarded snakeskin. And yet the snake is down there somewhere. For here and there, the earth twitches, the sand seems to slither. And the landscape is...

 Ian C. Webb

      Finistère June 23rd – 24th, 2016 Two table’s worth of no-longer strangers at dusk on a lane of nautical miles, basket of bread, bottles of wine, talk of home and places called home; watching the beams of the continent’s light, see a lava-red...

Ned Vessey

      Conversations My father and I skim the surface of conversations something like those swallows do down at the lake instantaneous precision of withheld effort brief furrows of beak and wing on water’s brows. But sometimes we forget ourselves the pub...