Issue 27 | Fall 2022
thunderclouds
Lorelei Bacht
how bright the air that expands and
contracts between bodies. questions
of sands and lunar tides. we count:
one hundred thunderclaps. lightning
travels along the meridian. have
heart. have home. the sea smoothing
pebbles. a flock of minute hands
out the window, scissoring clouds. low
lights shape us into strangers. we tug
and turbulence. turn ourselves green water.
About the Author
Lorelei Bacht’s poetic work has appeared / is forthcoming in The Night Heron Barks, Queerlings, Barrelhouse, Sinking City, Stoneboat, streetcake, and elsewhere. They can be found on Twitter @bachtlorelei and on Instagram @lorelei.bacht.writer. They are currently watching the rain instead of working on a chapbook.
Prose
Nonie in Excelsis (Excerpt from About Ed) Robert Glück
Dirk Julia Kohli, translated by Rob Myatt
Panthera onca Jasleena Grewal
The Border Solomon Samson
Tikibik Dominic Blewett
Mistake or Accident Laurie Stone
Excerpt from Mice 1961 Stacey Levine
The Cathedral of Desire Nina Schuyler
The Gorge James Warner
In This Case, He Killed an Innocent Person Carla Bessa, translated by Elton Uliana
A Chinese Temple in California Alvin Lu
Poetry
you have become an archive. Lorelei Bacht
thunderclouds
On the Things I Did at the End of the World Beatriz Rocha, translated by Grant Schutzman
In this movie David C. Hall
Spot Rolla Barraq, translated by Muntather Alsawad and Jeffrey Clapp
Let There Exist For Us… Eva-Maria Sher
That I Would Cameron Morse
Surf
Cover Art
Image 001 Richard Hanus