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Retrograde
By Sarp Sozdinler
I wish I’d known you were coming over so I was prepared, but you’re here now and all I have is three swigs of gin from the bottle hiding in my freezer and those chamomile tea packets I stole from the AA meeting I crashed last Tuesday…
Making Room
By Elizabeth Ohga
The pair of jeans that’s never fit, too wasteful to toss it even though you know you’ll never wear it, like all those friends you exchange thumbs and hearts with on social…
Issue 34 | Spring 2026
Prose
Slingin’ Pearl
Itto and Mekiya Outini
In Heaven Everything is Fine
Grant Maierhofer
My Priest Predicted I’d Be a Spy
Garima Chhikara
Poor Thing
Claire Salvato
Hot Tub Paul Hollywood
Garth Robinson
Montara
James Nulick
Two Millimeters In
Jade Kleiner
Little White Monkeys
Manshuk Kali, translated by Slava Faybysh
To Understand Light
Ricardo Bernhard
Apartment 304
Rowan MacDonald
Properly Dark
L.M. Moore
Poetry
witness to the non-arrival
with history trapped inside us
Stacey C. Johnson
New in Town
Alex Dodt
After the Simulation Learns to Listen
David Anson Lee
Missiles Like Low Ceilings
Will Falk
The Sigh of a Man
Davey Long
Abduction III
Jo Ann Clark
Cover Art
IMG6255
Richard Hanus
Bind yourself to us with your impossible voice, your voice! sole soother of this vile despair.
—Arthur Rimbaud, “Phrases”
A Reliquary Landscape: Màthair Beinn By Eartha Davis
Review by Maureen Alsop
Eartha Davis’ debut collection, màthair beinn, is a reverie, a dream within a semiotic sequence, where language entwines, layers, and unfurls, creating a new dialogue with the natural world.
I Don’t Knock This Time
By Scott Bolendz
I shove open the front door, push past my dick-head brother-in-law. “I want my sister.”
Paul Theroux’s Late Tapestry: The Vanishing Point
Review by Daniel Picker
In this collection, The Vanishing Point, Theroux’s varied life across continents and decades intertwines with contemporary issues, including ancestry, personal identity, and gender identity.
Love and Light
By Lorette C. Luzajic
It was a chintzy dollar-store tiara, but this queen shone with inner beauty and galactic light.
The Fence is Always Hungry
By Claudia Monpere
We feed it raw chicken three times a day, but it is never enough. The fence is always changing.
Scrap: Salvaging a Family by Luanne Castle
Review by Wilma J. Kahn
A memoir in flash, Scrap focuses on three discrete parts of Castle’s life in relation to her parents, especially her father. “Scrap” is a multivalent word, and around each of its meanings and nuances, Castle fashions poignant—and sometimes horrifying—flash prose and poetry that reveal her family in all its human pain, mystery, and love.
The Falling Stars: “Not Diminishing the Sacred Number” of Rilke’s Uncollected Poems
By Wally Swist
I came late to Rilke’s Uncollected Poems. I came of age at the time when J. B. Leishman and M. D. Herter Norton were preeminent translators, an age when we didn’t have the translations of Stephen Mitchell and Edgar Snow.
Big Brother Says “2 + 2 = Fun”
By T.S. Carney
I was listening to NPR, a favorite pastime of my family (including my nearly two-year-old son). At seven o’clock in our region, we hear the show 1A — a program that tackles the issues of the day, earnestly and without irony. Today’s topic was “George Orwell’s 1984 and the Threat to Our Democracy.”
Detention Seeds
Brandon McNeice
We had planned for this. In our pockets: sunflower, cosmos, zinnia, marigold. Milkweed fluff, Kiki said her grandmother called silk. The seeds came from wherever kids get things—bodega packets, porch planters, the torn corner of a springtime display.
Corrine, Edna, and Imogene: A Family of Good Women by Teddy Jones
Review by Peter Mladinic
Against the backdrop of this male-dominated world, Imogene raises her voice, as she ponders fundamental questions: What is family? Where is home? Who am I?
Squirrel Fish
Ann Yuan
I meet my future husband on the eve of the Lunar New Year. A forty-seven-year-old Beijing native: a decent job, two apartments, recently divorced, and seeking a stepmother for his preteen son—my auntie posted only this much in the family WeChat group.
Ignoring Poetic Schools: Premeditations by Klipschutz
Review by Art Beck
This book has been out for a half dozen years and was well received for a small press volume. But I just came across it a few weeks ago and was so happy to read it that I feel compelled to publicly respond with my thanks to the one-named San Francisco poet, Klipschutz.