“You’re a particle of a person on a smidge of a planet
Spinning around and around in control and in entropy
Hoping it must mean something, hoping you mean something—”
“You sent me so many red flags
I could’ve sewn myself a sweater
Instead of always asking for yours.”
“I’d try and I’d try to make things right,
in a world that’s unforgiving that always starts a fight.”
Fiction
First Day in a Breath - Emilie Pitts
Possum and Fly - Sarah Zweighaft
Constellations - Lilly North
Were You Thinking of Me? - Sophie Wojciechowski
Autumn's Fox God - Genevieve Adams
Enough - Caeley Harsch
Plucked Feathers - Evens Angulo Duvil
Trivial Distractions - Alexander Moore
A Perfect Day for Caiman Hunting - Nicholas Pattilio
Nonfiction
Driving Lesson - Ashley Halm
Poetry
I Wouldn't Call This A Love Letter - Megan Kuhnel
Recollection No. 1 - Samuel Schaeffer
Canvas - Baylee Talbot
Tallow - Rowan Potzler
I'm In Love - Sarah Lopes
Life is a Cycle - Jordyn Lee
Yearning for Outside - Cayley Cybulska
Invasion and Abroad - Milo Arnone
Sister, Mother - Carly Grimm
Ode to Rothko & Ode to Lemons - Ashley Halm
Waste - Elizabeth Monk
Amnesia - Nicolas Dohre
Journalist - Chloe Kowalyk
George Floyd - Shane Keyes
Stockholm's Anxiety - Marisa Stravino
Parallel Roads - Jason Caldwell
Dearly Beloved - Alyssa Weber
Trash Bag Spaceship - Anthony Miller
Him - Cassandra Dolaway
Sweetness and Danger - Katherine Wynn
Un-hiding - Alexa Kartschoke
Pink Flower - Jakob Pachucinski
The Night - Sydney Godzik
Perspectives - Abby Hart
Little Lovers - Arianna Silva
Everything that exists is right here - Nathan Parmerter
Comics
Nicole Thorson
Angelo Petrilli
Art
Ash Maloney
Web Content
Five Senses of a Breakup (Video Series) - Emerson Stein
Nostalgia (Song) - Mickie Wadsworth
“ It was as if, by not talking about what was really happening, we could pretend that it wasn’t happening at all, like Grandpa was just on some vacation, and it was obvious that he would come home, so there was no point in discussing it; like dementia was a stupid, made-up dream, like we were just playing one long game of make-believe.”
“An Autumn Fox God born with white fur was mistaken for the winter Hound. He is never spoken of and my fur is to blame. I am to blame.”
“Fly’s whimpering was no more, and Possum stared out into the darkness. He was sure to stay alert, for Fly knew he had to act as the look out for Aunt Julia. Possum’s attention shifted to his soaked boots. At that moment, he wished he hadn’t worn leather.
‘What a poor spot for a gravesite,’ he thought, ‘This is practically a quagmire.’”