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Artemis

Kirstin Allio

I feel uneasy in the Flannery O’Connor forest, myrtle and poison ivy, oak flags twitch where  they’re bound to the leaf mat, vaginal seam up a beech tree. Years ago, shots like pots and pans, belled hunting dogs behind me—  the illusion of consensual combat, the beginning of a long breach that rooted deep and […]

Poem

Adam J. Maynard

Surrounded by massive snakes That can eat the world You’ll need something soon To make a drawing On gradual paper  The roles are simple Remember to keep yourself red And to paint your room The same colour as the sun  The space you inhabit Is not who you really are  Jesus Christ loved peanut butter […]

Lacan’s Joker

Phil Estes

The old man reads his dog-eared bible out loud, but at least it’s Luke. He didn’t shit himself; just sat in the mud, or what we’d like to call the Town Square. He says a couple of things we didn’t know: like how even if anyone comes to Him and does not like one’s pool, […]

NC-17

Simon Han

selected for the 2018 SLS fiction award   Say a man and woman, naked, sit on the floor across from each other. Light envelops the couple, outlines their profiles in gold. One can trace down the slope of the man’s right shoulder, ascend and descend the shorter hill of the woman’s bent knee, before arriving […]

Nest

Leah Kaminski

selected for the 2018 SLS poetry award   there must be eggs in it. if it fits the same heron that stalks the pond, the neighbors called him Charlie, only now he’s high in a eucalyptus and crooks wing to get branches, fly back beak full. so it’s Charlie the other kind. ◊ Charlie has […]

Spring

Amanda Dahill-Moore

Spring Creatures of confused joy are tasting the sunlight made oblong by lemons This goes on forever but I can’t remember who I was anymore Now I’m in a place I call here but here is only one word and I belong to all of it I know words, like power, are nothing ‘til we […]

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