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By: Rachel Riffle Last night I had a dreamthat you appearedin front of meand I wept. We embraced andI could smellour faded years of friendshipon yourshoulder. I didn’t know what to say except forWhere have you been?aYou towered over melike the Redwoods onthat starry nightwhen we were young and camping. When we thought the futurewas…

By: Rachel Riffle I see my friend wrapped in white,saying her goodbyesto the mournersweeping at her feet. I try to approach her.But with every step,my eyes burn.I fear I cannot controlthe flood aboutto burstand overwhelm her worshippersat the altar of grief. She is dying.But I turn from her,for fear that her fireand lightwill be too…

By: Christian Bauer A-BETA access providers flout alt-countryatmospheric rivers with no back button, only theblue screen of death. Meanwhile, bootlegbody cameras snap after-hour booty calls. A click throughthe commentariat, cosplaying cybersurfers, Cyclospora, dead treedeep cuts with endless desire lines of the Digital Nomadhoarding dissociative identity disorder [DID] on DVD. We’re a dwarf planet, pushed by…

By: Christian Bauer T’DAY everythin’s a shade of off-whiteLike grainy movies binged in the late-nightComin’ to’s a little fuzzyGot me asking ‘really was he’?Did you notice me last nightTurnin’ over that gaslightNeedin’ you to chef soloBut you jus’ flake off sayin’ ‘dunno’?Roll those eyes, not a sure sightDash’a shade ‘n honey seasonin’ our plightCan’t take…

By: Tyler Morello Somewhere off in a foreign oasis shuffles a summit of suited men,shaking hands and bowing, feigning courtesy,a grayscale congregation.Emissaries gather from far corners of the globe, crowding embassies:glass houses that reverberate the threatof throwing stones.These agents represent the profligate, the immoral world’s string-pullers,masters of the ministerial marionettes,parroting their voices.They always look the…

By: Jordan Cagle There were nights when the Moon was fulland very, very low, and the tide was so highthat the Moon missed a ducking in the seaby a hair’s-breadth; well, let’s say a fewyards anyway. Climb up on the Moon? Ofcourse we did.—Italo Calvino, “The Distance of the Moon”in CosmicomicsI can go months without…

By: Lesli Saige Johnson I have lived a thousand livesa thousand unseen worldsversions of me that exist throughtimeripples and shattered mirrorsevery choice spawns new realitiesendless possibilitiesspiraling out of control and intoinfinityfractals of futuresThere is a me that is marriedseveral years ago nowwed to the missionary I emailedin high schoolstill church-goingprobably pregnant with baby #2temple worthya…

Midnight Veil By: Erin Moine It walks beside you in the dark——dark as the star-studded quilt covering the skyat midnight.Midnight, the time in the ouroboros when the Veil shedsa layer,like a Copperhead sheds a layer of skin.The skin of the Veil, this pulsing creaturethis cryptid of malice, evanescence, and poise.You don’t see it immediately.Seeing it…

Conscious Nightmares By: Emily McNealy Total blackness, my eyes lack to see.As panic arises, I stagger my feet.Visions of creatures arise in the dark,Deep in the shadows with forms still so stark.Corporeal things my arms do evade,I’m thrashing around and kicking my legs.Where have I gone, if not insane?In this despair I’ve lost my own…

By Saige Johnson I long dreamed of what rested On the other side of the fabled fairy rings At my grandmother’s house hidden in the lush lawn abundant brown capped mushrooms Marked the pathways between their world and mine I could only dream of what was on the other side Creatures I could just barely…