“52Tona” by DARKRECONSTRUCTION
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.
“No Answers” by DARKRECONSTRUCTION
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.
“Stand Up Right Now” by DARKRECONSTRUCTION
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.