Working from Home

Kanak Kapur

The curtains buzz like wet white sugar. Outside, past the bald neighbor’s garage, past his school-bound children, the morning sun moves on a set of leaves.  

Ode to the Cupboard Filled with Plastic Bags

Huan He

The strange thing about apartments is that their kitchens look the same: elementary school wood, a jury of cabinets, the same years of plastic bags my mother keeps tightly wound as her hair bun.

Best Believe This is Free 

London Pinkney

Best believe I’m only alive in places

where women-and-the-gurls laugh freely.
Their joy in the Key of Safety 
signals that this
is one of the few places we are free.

Webcam: A Manual

Chloe Martinez

Page 1: Know your product

1. The eye of god.

2. Insert message to the beyond here.

3. A shape contains us / we are shape containers.


Our Rustbelt Hometown Has Been Shrinky-Dinked

Clancy Tripp

We’re children of the dent corn & the
bonafides atop our bestsellers declaring our lives “stark!” and “bracing!” come two to a pack like toothbrushes & yes we have those.

Poem About Only Beauty

Zefyr Lisowski

My beauty, I learn, is the kind
that suppresses things.
I suppose most people must see
their notings of it
as a benevolent affirmation.

Two Poems

Oak Morse

I’m a hot ass thing, but Love, you play these dangerous games and my empty years are stacking up fast like memes.

Because the world is trying to kill you, have some tonic herbs

Lucy Zhang

matured, aged, we only want the sweet inners, protection deshelled, demembraned, discarded.

Editor and Designer  Jiaming Tang

Editorial Team   Josh Brandon & Kelsey Nuttall