By Carole Greenfield / Poetry /         You're right , you said.  We ought to milk it for all it's worth. There are so many things about me you have yet to unearth but you are in that place where you aver nothing I can do  or say will put you off, so I'll take you at your word,  take you as you are, make a wish on every evening star,  try not worry about how long it will last, when the milk  will expire, when the glow will pass as I watch the winter moon  beyond my study glas

By T.J. Jourian / Nonfiction /         I’m not sure what to make of this group yet.  It’s my first time meeting these dozen or so he/hims and they/thems, some with names I recognize from seeing them in my inbox every so often on a listserv for the Masculinity Action Project. We are sitting in a circle in a… well, looking around, I actually can’t tell what this room is normally used for. There are seven or eight overflowing bookshelves across three walls, a small kitchen in

By Xi Chen / Poetry /   There is nothing about John Ashbery’s racist poem sadder than the poem trying to cancel it by the student who...

By Caio Major / Nonfiction / Riding in the passenger seat of my first boyfriend’s truck, either shortly before or shortly after we made...

by Chandler Gibb / Fiction / Madi sits tall on her stool with her palette in one hand and brush in the other. In front of both of us are...

by Claire Olivares / Poetry / The broken Japanese vase offered with sorrow colors of a clear river not just a vessel for holding blooms...

by Brahna Yassky / Nonfiction / I open my eyes to a Priest hovering over me, making the sign of the cross. He is giving me last rites....