ISSUE 3 // Prose

visual art by Deborah Dendler, Fajr Alam, Randi Ward & Gilmore Tamny

 

 "Burning Desire" by Fajr Alam

"Burning Desire" by Fajr Alam

ARI LAUREL // A MONK DURING PEACETIME

hybrid

"I don't know the feeling. I don't actively seek the feeling. Enlightenment is a $1.50 taco in the middle of the night."

 

RUPERT FIKE // TUTORING MOHAMMED MOHAMMED

hybrid

"in this still moment it no longer / matters how disparate our worlds are– / our dreams are common– we both want to be / the swimming man in that picture"

 

ROBERT VIVIAN // LAST MINUTE CONTRIBUTOR

hybrid

"RV loves his wife’s hair spilled out across the pillow in the wild abandon of sleep and Danish dreams"

 


 "After the Bath" by Deborah Dendler

"After the Bath" by Deborah Dendler

LIZZ HUERTA // THE END OF MY DAYS OF SAINTHOOD

non-fiction

"He asked where my boyfriend was, I told him I was celibate. He raised an eyebrow and asked if I was a saint."

 

CHRIS CAMPANIONI // LOVE STORIES FROM THE TWENTIETH-CENTURY CAUGHT ON FILM

hybrid

"Something has been left out, but I don’t know what. A wipe, change of scene, sound of rainfall to match each pearl of rain, the passage of time."

 

JULIET KINDER // A POEM
ABOUT FAT

fiction

"He will read it to me later in bed and then forgive me and undo my bra. I will wake up with his new poem scrawled all over me. Repetitions of the word ‘callous’ on the inside of my thighs."


 "Meyegraine 85" by Randi Ward

"Meyegraine 85" by Randi Ward

JAKE MAYNARD //
BEFORE YOU BUY THE FARM

fiction

"It was most like watching the does in the meadow at sundown licking the flattened nests where their fawns had been."

 

ZVEZDANA RASHKOVICH //
THE TEA MAKER

hybrid

"She rises next to a child’s body that’s still warm, his breath / hot on her face, scented with milk from her breast. It’s time for tea, she knows, and the child is only a dream."


KAREN GARRISON //
BY SUNDOWN

fiction

"She’s the one who steals his tomatoes while he sleeps and worse, his memory."

 

JESSICA LANAY // FOOT WASHING

fiction 

"There was a subtle fear that whoever she remembered me as last would be who I was stuck with forever. She was the last root I could track myself by."

 "Three Graces" by Deborah Dendler

"Three Graces" by Deborah Dendler


 Untitled by Ashley Parker Owens

Untitled by Ashley Parker Owens

 

 

CARLOS AUGUSTO BELINI DE GOIS //
SEVEN STEPS TO LIVE SEVEN DAYS

hybrid

"I can still feel the unison of the cycles, and how we had to hold each other’s hands as to not be struck by the pressure."

 

 

MELISSA LEWIS-ACKERMAN // SEVENTY

non-fiction

"He’s oblivious to the way I watch him as he moves his hands roughly across the page, or into the air, motioning with the movement of his mouth when he pauses to think about dialogue."


 "thirty + two (patterns)" by Gilmore Tamny

"thirty + two (patterns)" by Gilmore Tamny

SHOSHANA SARAH // NOT ON THE MAP
(class notes on place)

hybrid

"I tried to bait the hook— / instead, / I became the bait and I had to get stitches. / I still have a scar on my right index finger."

 

JOHN PAUL JARAMILLO // LITTLE MOCOS

fiction

"The papers reported the woman was finally shot right through the front door of that old basement apartment. The police say that Vigil held a .380 caliber handgun below the peephole and emptied the weapon."