The Killing of a Sacred Snake She woke up again, having barely slept the night before. In her dreams, Maria was haunted by a voice beckoning her from her childhood, her father, her mother, brother, the river. She needed to talk, opened her door and smelled coffee, pão de queijo, and walked on down the … Read moreO Evangelho do Diabo (Pt 2) by Fran Attié
Hypothetical writing prompts are typical in elementary school. They’re supposed to teach students critical and imaginative thinking skills to help them make the world a better place. When I was a 4th grader in the small town of Erie, Pennsylvania, I remember my teacher Mrs. Larkin assigning these prompts to my class for our journal … Read moreThis is Not Your Diversity Essay by Joe Hughes III
The day before my flight home, my Tarot deck arrives. It’s a surprise; I forgot I’d ordered it. If I hadn’t delayed leaving, I’d have missed it. The box is turquoise with finely curled white writing above the upper half of a woman’s face. Her hair is curled into two loose buns, with a crescent … Read moreThe Meaning of Mine by Arsha Adarsh
High heels push you closer to God. Specifically, the white patent leather pumps embellished with rhinestones that danced in choir stands and freed themselves on the word of your testimony. You have only worn them four and a half times because the last angel who got that close started a coup d’etat above the earth. … Read moreThey That Wait by Té V. Smith
Artwork by Brooke Danaher Art **CW: this piece contains mentions of rape** In today’s version of a life that is not my own, I imbibe in one of my favorite to-dos. Submittable bears thirty-three poetry submissions. I think about the silent joy of reading new poems, learning new names. After reading a few submissions, I … Read moreIn Today’s Version Of A Life That Is Not My Own by Danielle P. Williams
Broadripple is Burning (Acoustic) – Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s This is the first mass exodus of sickness, upheaval of the human spirit, but you say i am making it far too big. That you had wanted to go home for some time now, that you were one day clean from weed and … Read moremattawan, michigan, march 2020; broadripple is burning by Sabine Wilson-Patrick
Illustration by Divyakshi Kedia The Devil’s Gospel (English) Long ago, this region used to be a great forest. No one told me this, because my mother doesn’t speak. It rained a lot then. Later, it became a green, green desert, and for many years, people lived well and richly because of it. It rained less. … Read moreO Evangelho do Diabo by Fran Attié
Artwork by Jay Mitra Only when you’re drunk do you talk about your grandmother. We drink a lot, sharing pints and pizza while the telly blares in the background, cocktails on the terrace before fucking under the clouds. I miss her, you would slur, and your eyes brighten, yet you seem older. You never say … Read moreThe concept of knowing someone like me by Kayleigh Jayshree
**CW: this piece contains racial slurs** In the fascinating way that the literary world conducts its business nowadays, I have never spent a moment in person or even on the phone with Chris Stuck. Our mutual friend—and a previous interview subject, Chris L. Terry—got us connected, and our mutual admiration society was born. Two things … Read moreAn Interview with Author Chris Stuck by Tom Williams
Jennifer is Vietnamese, a determined fan of Korean food and culture, and befriended me when she thought I was more Korean than I am. She suggested a day trip on a Monday to eat Korean BBQ without knowing that it had been at least five years since I had eaten at a Korean restaurant. I … Read moreThoughts on being Korean by Simone Melvin