Fiction by Laura Citino
When she is on top of him, gouging and slapping and doing whatever else he asks for, she feels as if she is shoving aside piles of cool dark earth. Digging through the layers of his body. She never strikes bottom. There is always more, like trying to make a hole in water. She wakes up close to dawn and he is unreachable in his sleep. She presses her thumb into the softness under his ribs. She wants to bury herself up to her elbows, to feel for that place where you can't divide anymore.
By Danielle Davis
Lap dances pay for gas as we weave through the dirty underbelly of the States. If Henry Miller were alive today—and a stripper—this is how he would have done things.
By Kamal Jauad Abdelilah
"Choosing to focus my studies on the histories of women and the construction of gender and its representation in the visual world, I realized that men have been the primary makers of the images of women."
By Victor Jeffreys II
His opposing depictions of religion, sex, heteronormativity, and art have pushed him to the extremes of the traditional art world, where he has nevertheless found a powerful voice.
By Colin D. Laursen & Breanna M. Forni
We did not come here searching for some lost idyllic vision of rural America.
Letter from the Editor, Issue 3
Writing is a vulnerable endeavor.
Letter from the Editor, Issue 2
I’ve encountered a lot of people who have struggled with the concept of a print magazine.
by Wei Tchou
The bridesmaid dress I purchased to wear for Katia's wedding arrived a week after I quit her bridal party.
by Dave Walker
I have a cookbook that is published by a general store in the mountains of North Carolina.
Letter from the Editor, Issue 1
Satisfaction doesn’t work like a straightforward equation of inputs (say, an ideal career) and outputs, and this fact is at audacious odds with the rhetoric we were fed as children.