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GASTROPODA

 

Passerine by Rowan Waters

Walking now through the year I tried to fly, when I hung at the bottom of a chimney, how I landed on the wall above the piano, how I...

Slugged by Annie Cowell

Found, flaccid, amongst my greens, I scooped you on the shovel’s tip and lobbed you over the wall. Repulsive as a toddler with a snotty...

Two Poems by Rebecca Dempsey

Country garden mosquitos skate over decay translucent greens marble murky concrete surfaces end papering the end betraying stagnant mud...

Caterpillar by Jean Velasco

Jean Velasco is a writer, EFL teacher, and translator from Naarm (Melbourne). Her work has appeared in Kill Your Darlings, Overland,...

Plummet by Emily Benson

I leap from the edge of the marble quarry. Through the woodsmoke I fall; through the sea of stars beyond your eyes; through the rain as I...

Two Poems by McCaela Prentice

HONEYMOON everything smells like honeysuckle at the wedding and I think what it must be to love like leaving a tab open or a thrown...

Medusa by Yue Chen

The black iris dribbling down the fencepost. Don’t lie to me—I know you’ve seen it, too, soft moss & wet carpet of autumnal blood. Don’t...

Three Poems by Samari Zysk

the birds, the birds for aster, what i think of around you – wings rushing up in a massive unfolding, reshaping. we all relearn as adults...

Birds at the Feeder by Carol Casey

Junco, Cardinal blue, red flitting at the feeder in the swaying, cedar, sombre evergreen winter-clad. They flutter between branches, red,...

a thicket of weeds by nat raum

nat raum (b.1996) is a queer disabled artist and writer currently working towards their mfa at the university of baltimore. their work is...

Three Poems by A. Rabaduex

after the death of a neighbor kid, I think of Charlotte's Web in morning sun a spider meditates along its lattice next to my bench no...

Poissonnier by Stephanie Parent

How much must you scorn yourself To desire to cleave yourself In two And hope someone will notice The new creature you’ve become? Or...

Love in Fast Forward by Tori Hicks

Eggos fresh from a concealed toaster, warm and soft in your palms. A delicacy. Curled up in soft, oversized sweatpants and a ratty green...