Aimee LaBrie

In the months right after Frank died, he appeared to me often, but never in the same form.

Lydia Kim

but look they are out! the kids are out! you run out all of you stream into one wiggly clot like happy ants, stand in a line hilltop, hands clenched around foil-dipped beetles, a galaxy spinning in every fist

lae astra

& even on this last day I cosplay a fork & muster all my points & run them along a thousand edges that I will reattach over a thousand new mornings

Vimla Sriram

Each time I asked Appa about you he’d stretch a minute into a tunnel into which he disappeared, reappearing later with his head tilted – an angle better suited for receiving memory than transmitting them.

Ryan Griffith

Anya watches the woman’s irises dilate in recognition, black moons filling with her wound, thinking that perhaps this woman sees sad Magdalene crawling through the desert for her Christ, the holy brute who will redeem her.