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11/30/2023

Izzy Dimiceli

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Izzy Dimiceli is a queer poet and artist born and raised in the Chicago suburbs. They are pursuing an MFA at Columbia College Chicago. Izzy has been previously published in Allium Journal and Mystic Owl Magazine. When not commuting, Izzy is a full-time robot in disguise. 

Instagram @ 2izzy3

11/29/2023

Steven  Dunn

Selected Etch a Sketches
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after a photo by Jay Halsey
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photo by Jay Halsey
Steven Dunn aka Fatback Freddy, aka Pothole (cuz he’s deep in these streets), aka Nigga Novelist Squared (Potted Meat and water & power), aka West Virginia Straight Razor who will cut a muthafucka every which way but loose. aka Teachin’ Academic Shit. He currently lives in Denver, and will Etch your whole world up. Try me hoe.

11/27/2023

Gina Tron

Dead Ringer 

The referee 
is calling foul
              as I panic, breathe deep
Slow down
              before trudging through snow,
              a punishment I bestowed upon myself
The ring is always iced
              like a Toaster Strudel 
              crumbs jammed in the toaster
              stuck
              like the memory of me
              when I first watched The Funkasaurus
              plead with someone to call his momma,
              a punishment bestowed upon
​              Tyrus from Vince McMahon
I’d grab my phone, 
              call my momma (dealer)
              and drown myself in flurries
              until I was unable to sit on the couch
              to enjoy Edge pulling his hair
Frozen, I’d sit in bed
shaking and surrounded by flakes
I’ve iced up my ring again
and the ref has turned his back to me
he is the month of February, short and cold.

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Gina Tron is the author of several books, including her newest memoir "Eat, Fuck, (Write About) Murder." In 2014, Interview Magazine called her debut memoir "You're Fine." "vibrant, darkly funny, and courageously candid." Her 2020 poetry book “Star 67” contains a poem that has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She wrote true crime for Oxygen for six years and wrote reported pieces for various outlets, including The Washington Post, VICE, Politico, and The Daily Beast. She is an adjunct professor at Norwich University in Vermont, and edits copy about substance use disorder and mental health. You can find more of her work at her website:ginatron.net

11/22/2023

Mandy Nadyne Clark

Canned Goods

Do you recall the time I borrowed a can of beets to smash a fly in my living room? Of course you don’t, because I told you it was to impress my mother if she looked through my cupboards at Thanksgiving. You first offered me low-sodium green beans, but I filled you in on her previous rant on how low-sodium products were just a rouse to put the Morton Salt company out of business. My mother canned her own green beans. 

The reason I’m telling you all this is because the flies are back. It’s only April and they’ve come alive from somewhere in the house, a nest or through a corner in the sunroom, and they seem asleep. They’re so slow and fat all I need is day-old bread to crush them—the heel no less! I stared out the front window to your old driveway and the neighbors have a new Volkswagen. A bug to be exact. And then I laughed about how you’d probably come up with some clever way to work insects into the conversation or mention how the Jeff Goldblum version of The Fly is way better than the original. I’d have to agree. 

But then it dawned on me that you couldn’t make any comment like this because I wasn’t honest about killing the fly with your beets. Grab your can opener and call me next Tuesday.

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​Mandy Nadyne Clark is a flash fiction/nonfiction writer in Oregon. Her habits include: copious amounts of a brand-name diet drink, you know: Diet Pepsi, consuming Sweet Tart ropes, and viewing movies she deems worthy of at least four to five times in the theater and at least another seven after they are released digitally. She is a Regional Manager (loves the ties with The Office here) in a community healthcare system and resides on the board of directors at The Arts Center in Corvallis. She lives with her girlfriend (a registered nurse: yay!) of almost two decades and has two adult children who she would eat a banana for if it came down to it. Writing has been her passion since she was nine years old.

Instagram: @mandynadyne
Twitter: @MandyNadyne
 www.mandynadyneclark.com

11/21/2023

smoke belly by Jamie A.M.

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Jamie A. M. is a writer, Buschgroßmutter, and editor at The Dodge and Waxing & Waning. Their work has been published in Frogpond, Grimoire Magazine, and Wrongdoing Magazine. They presently roam the forests around Nashville, TN, occasionally emerging to teach a class or grab a coffee. You can follow their doings and beings at www.jamiemorning.com or on Instagram @countryfriedhex.

11/20/2023

Dylan Krieger

textbook anomaly  

going home hurts my throat now
glass half dead cat, photos too 
exposed to know what happened

someone upstairs insists
there is another term for praying 
the rosary (impossible to recall 

impossible to rule out) 
and the rest of the night is solid 
goose chase into catechism 

smashing translucence in case it’s faking
tip of the tongue lost in laundry 
as if some jeans pocket 

jingles the sacred heart of the joke
folded into filmy erasure, but in the morning
we admit there’s no such language  

half-remembered from a field guide to 
the american southwest, what matters is
we knew we were mistaken all along

we checked, in fact: the sinkhole 
in the dictionary isn’t big enough 
for church words to drop down

what matters is it doesn’t matter
the hunt for nothing sounds fun
with our dinky little flashlights

flipping the property blind dark
to blind white, wedged between revelations 
blinked into heavy mascara 

all around us, vinca invisibly attempts
photosynthesis on a 9-volt battery
wheels get dizzy with their own reinvention

coming home is like that
complex machinery rubbed pink
drunk again under the floorboards 

old blood clots saved under the sink
heart-shaped boxes full of baby teeth
i pinch their soft spots, bone by bone

nine cavities whispered into cellophane
call it the carnage of the nursery 
bartering glass beads for edible wings

there, another name for praying the rosary 
new search results for all our meathooks 
strung up like christmas in the land of disbelief 


monsters like me

some children blow whole nightlights hiding from monsters like me

midwest goodbyes start early so you can hear the end before you’re dead

a decades-long tornado siren, special Lord of the Flies edition of Monopoly

in which i am the pig’s head, and then a single dollar bill stolen over and over again

and then the surface of reality burns the game into its scrotum

and that’s how economies are created, baby: by the loose scabs

dangling from our bodies, more sick fruit, watchful vultures waving hi

from the top floor, the skyline looks like a staticky tv, obscured tapeworm

what if demolition is best witnessed from no distance whatsoever?

no more dilemma of the spectator, just snowfalls of sheetrock

they’d find me curled up under the rubble of your bedroom closet 

where no one in their right mind ever believed you that i lived

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Dylan Krieger is a fly on the floodwaters of south Louisiana. She is the Managing Editor of Fine Print and the author of eight poetry books/chaps: Giving Godhead (Delete, 2017), Dreamland Trash (St. Julian, 2018), No Ledge Left to Love (Ping Pong, 2018), The Mother Wart (Vegetarian Alcoholic, 2019), Metamortuary (Nine Mile, 2020), Soft-Focus Slaughterhouse (11:11, 2021), Hideous Compass (Underground Books, 2022) and Predators Welcome (Limit Zero, forthcoming). Find her at DylanKrieger.com.

11/17/2023

Sarah Nichols

Two erasure poems, “Dear Diary, I” and “Dear Diary, exit”, both taken from The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer by Jennifer Lynch.
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Dear Diary

I
      was

An animal in white

a
mother body

hovering

only the
       little girl

watches me
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Dear Diary,

        exit painlessly
                           a
        light stolen
        emptying the

        all—night
                     of me

        that has rehearsed its cries
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       the animal frozen
                       the image of home

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Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of eleven chapbooks, including These Violent Delights (Grey Book Press, 2022), and Press Play for Heartbreak (Paper Nautilus Press, 2021), and her work has also appeared in Alice Says Go Fuck Yourself, Unlost Journal, and Drunk Monkeys. ​

11/16/2023

​Samantha Slaven

The Mirror

Lips
Turning Red
Morphing into thin lines

Stop at the entrance and smile

Eyes
Black
Covered
Guarding
Hovering

Wave to those you once loved

Extend the lash
Pull forward
Press the powder deep into the skin

Naked
Unmatched
Hope

A new day beckons forward

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​Samantha Slaven is a poet living with her husband, Shawn, and dog, Vader, in Suburban Philadelphia. Shawn and Samantha are enjoying their first year of marriage having celebrated their wedding this past November. Samantha’s previous work can be found in the Spring 2023 issue of the Horror Zine Magazine. Instagram @CheshireSnoop

11/14/2023

Cole Beauchamp

Let’s say I swallowed a coin by accident

Let’s say I was tapping the dime on my teeth despite Mom always droning Don’t put things in your mouth Why are you always putting things in your mouth and let’s say my sister the wiggleworm whacked my elbow and the coin dropped down my throat like a gumball and let’s say Mom wasn’t there because she was upstairs she’s always upstairs where she’s been ever since Dad left with the big suitcase and let’s say Jenna and I loved it at first eating frozen pizza and ice cream and spring rolls and watching movie after movie especially the Terminator movies that Mom hates but now there was just dirty ice in the bottom of the freezer and now we’re scraping the bottom of the peanut butter jar and no more grape jelly and now Jenna is really getting on my nerves with her elbows and her I’m hungry and when’s Dad coming back but now it was summer and there was nowhere we had to be and when we picked up the phone sure enough it was still working and do you know that coin popping down my throat was so comforting that I found another and do you know I went to bed dreaming of how those two dimes might call to each other in the squish of my insides and how they might reach for each other like the T1000 in Terminator who reformed from pools of liquid metal and do you know I dreamt of the coins finding each other in the night and joining hands like Mom and Dad used to and let’s say I never woke up to find it wasn’t true. 

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Cole Beauchamp (she/her) is a queer writer based in London. She’s been shortlisted for the Bridport, Bath and WestWord prizes, with stories in The Phare, trampset, Citron Review, Janus Literary, Ellipsis Zine, Free Flash Fiction and others. She lives with her girlfriend, has two children and an exuberant Maltipoo. You can find her on Twitter at @nomad_sw18

11/13/2023

Hillary Leftwich

A video poem: Use an Acceptable Color 
Text:

​Pink baby plastic flesh
Watch as the color of skin flashes
white to pink to white again
His hands and feet
mistaken for pennies
Dig all four nails into lifeline
Somewhere, a plastic baby Jesus
Waits for the sting
Shapeshift into plank form
through empty all-night laundry mats
Tuck right thumb inward
As we pass the tree line of parking meters
Raise arm, let fly
Hands of the homeless 
Make contact

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​Hillary Leftwich is the author of two books, Ghosts Are Just Strangers Who Know How to Knock (Agape Editions, 2023, new edition) and Aura (Future Tense Books and Blackstone Audio Publishing, 2022), and a collection of experimental forms TBA. She owns Alchemy Author Services and Writing Workshop and teaches writing at The University of Denver, Colorado College, and Unity Environmental University. On the outskirts of the writing world, she is also a professional Tarot Reader. Her latest work can be found or forthcoming in The Sun, Santa Fe Writers Project, and The Rumpus. She focuses her writing on class struggle, single motherhood, trauma, mental illness, the supernatural, ritual, and the impact of neurological disease. She teaches Tarot and Tarot writing workshops focusing on strengthening divination abilities and writing.
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