Winter 2021 — Peatsmoke

Blood Magic

E. P. Tuazon

The things outside go by. They are what she understands as America. Traffic. A flush of trees and signs and order. Tall buildings, brush, and then the model homes, one after another, the same but different.

PeatsmokeDecember 30, 2020

Mermaid Juice

Lexi Pandell

I spent the summer of my sixteenth year sitting on a bathroom countertop watching Leilah learn how to be a woman.

Peatsmoke December 30, 2020

Local Artist Is Tired of Your Garbage

Elizabeth Markley

What was she supposed to call it exactly? A meeting? An appointment? She was standing on Alex’s doorstep because she had won a contest, but to say that out loud struck Joyce as unacceptably juvenile and ridiculous.