Poetry by Audrey Fatone
and I want the fossils of us to live in the rock long after we die / after the great great grandchildren of our generation die
Three Poems by Charlotte Friedman
I want to go back to the crush close push press / of unfamiliar bodies, sweat stink and soft punch / of day-old powdery perfume
Photographs by Kari A. Guilbault
The images display a disintegration of form communicating a passage of time and resemble painful bodily experiences.
Photographs by Gillian Hall
Photographs
The Liminality of Mr. Movies by Jamie Hudalla
It smells like damp popcorn inside and a chunky TV tilts off the left wall
An Obituary for the Land by Kateri Kramer
For months now, when I walk down to my car in the early mornings, it is coated in a thin blanket of ash
Three Poems by Steve Lang
As, scrabbling tragically he slides / Into breathless air, so thin, to land / With an unechoed thud, instant husk,
Photographs by Silven Liu
The extreme cold and the snow on the highway nearly killed us, but we were lucky to see beautiful things that many people have never seen.
Three Poems by Mercedes Lawry
Everyone was hungry. Everyone / pulled their arms and legs tight against / themselves, feeble cocoons.
Poetry by Christopher Linforth
What can I offer this strange creature whose / slowed heartbeat is the opposite of mine?