• Ennui


    by Patrick Key Artist: Jonas Hafner Tallulah Rain had been called many things in her life. Most of her monikers couldn’t be repeated in polite society, but she was shocked when a random grade schooler called her pretty. Maybe she was pretty when she was that child’s age, but now she thought she could only…

  • A Line Before The Other

    A Line Before The Other

    by Dina Hendawi  Artist: Nisha K. Sethi “When are we going to stop calling these terrorists the fringe and realize that they’re the mainstream.” Everyone around the staff table is uncomfortably quiet. Trent is talking to Allen, but really directing the conversation towards us. It is hard to tell if he is baiting us for…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    Ashtyn Layne is a poet, artist, and punk rock enthusiast. At 18, they published their first chapbook with Ibbetson Street Press under a previous alias. Their poems often explore the concept of identity and disillusion, commenting on the many coping mechanisms one turns to in order to find themselves amongst a world of chaos.

  • WOMEN.


    Sam Ray is a fresh face to poetry, but growing up with the strip as her backyard it’s no wonder this poet knows how to captivate a crowd. The multi-talented 26 year old has featured at places like Cork & Thorn and the Utah Arts Festival. Her poetry is truthful and raw, and she doesn’t…

  • Eat Your Heart Out

    Eat Your Heart Out

    by Sarah Bollman Rivers run from loose lips and glazed eyes staring ever forward. Teeth close around soft muscle, clenching and releasing out of rhythm Hemoglobin, iron rich, Syrup-thick plasma sliding down past places it might have Resided, now standing empty and Longing, longing for the maybes, the Could’as, would’as, should’as Draped gently between splintered…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Rickey Rivers Jr Tribulation Beads of sweat given to every woman with knotted hair, dark children hide in the cool shadows of their mothers. Walk. Watch them walk across the desert, feet blistering and burning, life forever churning. The animals stare and laugh but the mothers continue on because the mothers must be strong…

  • I Have No Time

    I Have No Time

    I have no time by Rebecca Ruth Gould to cover up and correct the unfortunate crack in the window that exposes my nude body. Sorry, construction worker, You’ll have to control your gaze. This is my home. I will enjoy my nakedness any way I please.

  • 5 Ways to Support Women Facing Extreme Abortion Bans

    5 Ways to Support Women Facing Extreme Abortion Bans

    5 Ways to Support Women Facing Extreme Abortion Bans by Marina Flores

  • Postpartum


    by Catherine Zickgraf Paper neighbors drape my couch.They hold the baby,bake casseroles I can’t taste.I nibble when he sleepsor sleep when he napsafter I’ve boiled the bottlesand washed some spoons. I awoke this morning on the roll of toilet paper.Seems it cushioned my cheek sufficientlywhen I slipped near dawn down the tiles. Postpartum lasts at…

  • Eighth Grade

    Eighth Grade

    by Catherine Zickgraf We were empty-eyed cinder blocks,ringed keys unlocking the doorknobs. Among junior high’s sleepy congregation,an audience of our class’s generation,only some of us showed up praised and amen-ed. School taught me typing for college essaysand gave me chances to run away. We’d flood from the school at 3:05—but only some return now for…