Issue 3

  • Thaw

    Thaw

    By Hannah Colbert This piece has been selected by our editors to be nominated for the 2027 Pushcart Prize. I wake up in the spring, sun above me and icy ground below, as soon as my body thaws. The soft snow is dirty, and the forest floor is wet. I shift my spine experimentally; it’s stiff…

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  • My Heart, Prey For Me

    My Heart, Prey For Me

    By Jané Dowd Capricorn 𖤓 | Aquarius ⏾ | Aries ↑ which parts of my heart remainedible? it is old nowand withered are there still berries withinblushing and burstingwet with promiseand wantand if how long will they remainvibrant and valiantagainst thedark? you reachfor another morselbend down for one more bitechoke down heartfleshsurrenderedstolengobblegone the black stuff…

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  • The Honey Bear

    The Honey Bear

    By Natasha Soto I began to work for SínTitulo shortly after I moved to Bitterbridge. It was a translation company that put closed captions on documentary films. The films I worked on were mostly arthouse or documentary or raw archival footage, and the company didn’t use software or artificial intelligence to translate or transcribe because…

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  • Daylight, Save Me

    Daylight, Save Me

    By Rebecca Foltin Sagittarius 𖤓 | Virgo ⏾ | Leo ↑ Do not mourn the winter;that is the job of the mourning dove. Spring came yesterday to show usjust how good life can get, then left in a fury this morning.Spring is the worst woman to lose. I move through the woods, calling her name,baby…

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  • Occurrence on Monument Avenue

    By DB Bracey The Arthur Ashe statue stood stoic, keeping guard over Monument Avenue. Years had caused him to dull into a faded bronze. A cloudy night sky webbed with lightning. The storm marched on, but thunderstorms couldn’t cool injustice. The protesters poured down the side streets toward the avenue. Signs held high, call-and-response chants…

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  • Sunset on the Point

    Sunset on the Point

    By Lori Lamothe after Yvonne Lamothe The app promises abundant sunshinein a season of overcast and mostly cloudy– of day after day where rainfalls from clouds and somersaults in mid-air, each drop performing its own acrobatics.The streets have gone gray and even the birds stay quietas if the only thing happening in this town is…

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  • Your Cat May Already Be Dead

    By Arthur Lauritsen Both cat and owner were bespectacled. The owner, mostly because he had small round glasses on his button nose but also because he had a bespectacled name: Bob. He was neatly dressed even when outside in the garden. The cat was bespectacled because the cat was wise beyond his years, and like…

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  • Dipping My Shoes into the TV Static

    By Charlie Lauter Cancer 𖤓 | Virgo ⏾ | Capricorn ↑ My foot fell asleep last Tuesday.I was at my desk, right leg folded,foot tucked beneath my left kneeankle pinned, compressed,dangling over the plastic chair. It was just after lunch.I like it when this happens.That moment before sensation returns,before the nerves revolt,holds me perfectly still.…

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  • syllable

    By Jennifer Lopez Aries 𖤓 | Aquarius ⏾ | Leo ↑ the churning of soil underneath the tires, the bakingof windshields, the rosemary burstingout of its planter, the sound of my nameon your tongue, like it’s nothing morethan a syllable, nothing more thansound, not the restriction of this body,of this country, of this life. I…

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  • Empty Nester

    Empty Nester

    By Makena Metz Aquarius 𖤓 | Capricorn ⏾ | Sagittarius ↑ Epiphany Spurling woke every morning to the sound of birdsong. She usually blinked awake in the warm sunlight streaming through her open windows and stretched until she felt her spine crack for England. This morning, Epiphany did not so much wake, as groggily shudder…

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