Issue 110 Flutters in on Little Bat Wings

Cover art by Samuel Snoek-Brown

We know. But—this is important—despite everything, you’re still here. We are, too. With words to revive your exhausted and snacky spirits. From A. E. Weisgerber, there’s “Bayonne Bridge,” a gorgeous sestina that must be read aloud to be fully appreciated. (Trust us; your cat will love it.) Next, Miles Greaves ponders “The Identity of Indiscernibles” in a voice that feels contemporary yet Poesque, and we suspect Edgar Allan would grudgingly concede the grotesque imagery is streets ahead. Sergey Gerasimov spins a surprising and well-paced fairy tale “About People of Glass and Stone,” while Hamdy Elgammal slowly tips the floor beneath your feet in the surreal creeper “Broadside.” Completing the issue is a refreshing palate-cleanser of a haiku from Nick Corvino. Plus, scary-fun cover art “Rise and with the Valkyries Fly” by our amazing production editor, Samuel Snoek-Brown.

We never really trusted the old normal, and we sure as hell aren’t gonna let them drop this new one in our pumpkin holes without a fight. Normal is for suckers. Keep being beautifully, earnestly, incandescently weird.

Anyway, Issue 110! Slap it online or tickle the PDF.

The July Issue

Our one-hundred-and-ninth issue is something of an anomaly, as it contains much loss and destruction—of the environment, of others, of the self. Yet as the nettle’s sting is soothed by the jewelweed that grows alongside it, each piece holds some key ingredient that makes its burdens easier to bear: beauty, laughter, resilience.

There are so many things to worry about right now, and trying to keep up with what we need to do, to think, and to feel threatens to overwhelm us at every moment. We hope the words of James Donlon, Robert Garnham, K. Noel Moore, Nick Olson, Namit V. Shah, and Ali A. Ünal, as well as the art of Angelica Gonzalez, will provide an antidote to despair.

Eyeball it online or get your claws on the .pdf.

Our April Issue Is Ready to Meet You (from a Safe Distance)

Welp, when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, we weren’t trying to smell them through DIY-bandana face masks while maintaining twelve-foot-diameter personal space bubbles. This shit got hella real and then proceeded to fling itself into our collective fan.

The poems and stories here in our one-hundred-and-eighth issue brought some sparkle to our gloomy days, and we hope they’ll do the same for you. Take a leap with Sarah Sexton’s statuesque protagonist and sing the sheep electric with AR Dugan’s replicant. Ride a Sisyphean ouroboros with P.K. Read, look down on Leatherface with Anne Gresham, and explore the final frontier with Deborah P Kolodji before trying on a new (out)look with Chris Stanton. Don’t leave without admiring the organic fusion cover art of Ajay Kumar (Jordan) Singh.

Take care of yourself and your loved ones. Send us some of your words. We’ll be back with another issue in July, because the more things change, the more we stay the weird.