My Dearest Conflict, l Urged, I chose to celebrate the body with rocks and stilettos. I’ve hollowed the tips of my bullets. I’ve poisoned the mouthwash. Look at these hands—at the heart, they’re contemplating God. God, they think, can drop a branch without warning. Spare me your sympathy, dearest. Spare me the discretion of an […]
Issue 69
Shanna Compton: A White House
It is not accurate. It has the best kind of author: anonymous. Its proportions are unperfected. Its best features are accidents. It glows. It is white. It squints through too-small windows. It floats slightly above its plot. Its plot is too green and grounds dwarfish trees. Its roof is shingled black. Minute crosses interrupt its […]
Aaron Balkan: Artistic Upbringing
In the dump the two-story house sliced in half lay on its crushed bay windows, so it rained sideways into every room. To get there I ran across then highway, then, chased by two German Shepherds, through the old Indian School, said to be haunted by a girl who killed her white teacher then herself. […]