Double Dutch by Jasmine Khaliq

It sounds like gibberish, I said. It’s Double Dutch, they said, and their grandma invented it. A boy my age, a girl my sister’s. I wasn’t sure; they lied about plenty—they were royalty on a faraway…

Breaking News: Barbie Eats Trump During Baltimore Pride Fest by Chrissy Stegman

What else was left for her to do? Giant in pink, her laughter clanging down Charles Street like bells rung wild to the dystopian melody. She was a blaze in glorious sequins. Swirls through the crow…

Claw Machine by Timothy DeLizza

Today, at three months and three weeks old, he musters all his focus, and reaches out his pudgy, dinner-roll arms towards the target: a pale-yellow tissue box with green deer and trees and squirrel…

Loneliness Is Retraining as a Life Coach by Jen Feroze

She arrives in a crowd, points out to me in a voice needing new batteries that everyone else here smiles with their eyes. Say you have a headache, she tells me. She sends me letters in the dead of …

A Poem in Which I Avoid My Guilt by Mike Bagwell

I have no authority to say anything. I clap my hands and a cat runs out of the room. This is magic. It is expensive, but well within your means. The first rule to having mass is not to have mass at…

Sapidissima by Amrita V. Nair

I think you have me mistaken For something else entirely It’s easy to do that with me Happens all the time, really I just have one of those faces One of those faces that make you think That I am ha…

In Response to Question No. 3 by Susan Barry-Schulz

Aftermath by Jad Josey