Issue 5: Memoirs

For Every Death by I. Grey

All profound love ends. Or so I’ve been told. As a child, I thought the most important thing in life was being happy, that one day I would find myself floating on waves of clarity with nothing but truth ahead. But the waves were stilled with doubt. Instead, I learned...

The Child Deep Inside by Thomas Young

I don’t know why I’m here today, it wasn’t in my plan, but here we are, just you and I, and I don’t understand. We haven’t talked in quite some time, I just can’t find the time, But I think about you often, you’ve been heavy on my mind. Everyone at home is well, the...

Love Trap by Lotte Roy

What magic transpires when in the grip of the puppet-meister... What sucked me in?   What pulled me tight? What trapped my mind, believing that this was right… An escape, my way out…how delicious it tasted, How susceptible was my spirit to the conundrum awaiting… The...

Eviction Notice by Beverly James

“See me,” I whisper. “See me! See me!” I am startled by the screams that come from outside of my body, and I am surprised to find that my hands have balled up into fists at my side. “Do you see me?! Do you know who I am?! Do you remember me?! See me, Goddamnit! See...

filler words Sophie Mindes

When he assaulted me, -- but that is the wrong word Assault is what they do in video games, when the men shoot a volley of arrows into the sea of the goblin army Assault rifle. No, it is not the right word But neither is rape. Not for this. Not for me. I cannot bear...

Teeth by M’shai Dash

It was the summer of 1999 in what was then called Chocolate City.  It was a sweltering season curated by music that sprang forth from the backyards, churches and ghettos east of the Anacostia River. Go Go music.  Drums for mating and drums for war. It vibrated around...

Mine by Kelsey Anne Rankin

My skin has traveled. I’ve walked with her under the guidance of many hands and through the meadows of many sinking, breathing bodies. I learned her name there; how far she stretched and where we – her and I – began. I’ve been young and I have sprouted into my body. I...

Thief of Night by Eugenia Smith

Thief of Night BCE: In Greek mythology, night is a woman. Nyx, the powerful and voluptuous goddess of the night, is also mother to Hypnos (sleep), Thanatos (death), Charon (ferryman of the dead), Nemesis (retribution), Moros (doom), and Apate (deceit). These fearsome...

Protection by Starr Davis

(Ma ma) sleeps          with a knife    under her pillow   (her dreams are                   (safer than mines)             I grabbed a butter            knife, put it  inside            my pillowcase               dreamed a man         climbed inside my window     ...

Siren by A.L. Kander

Loud red, fire-engine red alarm on his arm screaming. Emergency dispatch, please send one of each: a cop, an ambulance, and a fire-truck. We might need everyone. Wet, smearing blood, thin like water, making doctors wonder. “Fish oil supplements,” he answers with...

Playhouse by Nikki Smith

One I listened to classical music from a young age. Not Bach or Debussy, but these deep, guttural religious symphonies like Joseph Haydn’s Die Schöpfung and Handel’s Messiah. My family did not practice any religion, but I was moved by that music. There was something...