She Is an Artist | Élyse Deering

"what a lovely painting you made girl, / but have you seen this man’s / portrait of his dog? / How that man must love love love his dog / you’re crying now? take a pill..."

Bertilax Trax, or Xperience of a Day | Liam McLean

"His man, his old / host, worn and supportive, / giving directions through / his chewed veil of nails. / While their three / pals clunk in the backseat, / chained and hoping to see / a bright, isolate eave..."

Cormorant Flight | Victoria Punch

"I go down, down / black as a bracket against the sky / lowered in increments / down, down to the level below / wing-rail smooth, feather bent / under the eye of the clock..."

Ninety-Nine Percent Y | H. T. Brickner

"After considering the condensation pattern on her ice tea glass, the crescent of the tides, the solar flares, and eliminating a false correlation to a sudden surge in the coyote population in town, Vidi had pinpointed the root cause..."

The Full Swing Swung | Sean Hennessey

"he had begun to implement his plans of a geometric layout for his bedroom that would allow for him, no matter what his orientation on his bed, to reach out and grab, with either hand and without due straining, a jar of peanut butter..."

Metamorphoses | Sonia Trickey

"We exist in flux: we are sometimes one; we are sometimes two. We are always one; we are always two. It’s either very Zen or a dissociative identity disorder. We are not sure. Either/or..."