By Lola Bosa
My boyfriend likes to undress me in a nonsexual way, or at least that’s how it feels.
The charlatan bilked them // Out of what they’d said was sacred. // The lion's teeth specialize in cutting meat.
By M. Frost
stumble // through snow // mounds // belly-deep // form // elemental // letters
living for a while in a hospital // is living in the world of footsteps // and changing emotions.
By DS Maolalai
it's october. fireworks bang // like cracked knuckles.
It was there all along: // a knot beneath the skin, // a stranger's tongue in darkness
One Saturday afternoon in the shoulder // season between calving and haying
I hate rich people, // my son says, spat // from the belly of the bus // that each day returns him // to dry land
Usually Rafael was called Rafa, but Hope shortened it further to Raf. Some of the other men who worked at the hotel would tease him when they heard this, but Rafael never mentioned it to her. He met her briefly while she worked the day shift during the summer time, when the sun would bleed through the windows and warm her pale face while she stood behind the front desk.