a toast to the best american philosophy student by Gianna Voce
and I never even meant to say your name, but the three harsh syllables clawed their way
out of my throat.
a queer journal of uncanny arts
a queer journal of uncanny arts
Beauty by Eric Norris
Beauty is personal, I believe.
For Taung Child, Lately Eaten by Eagles – poems by J. Q. F.
What does it mean to be human—:
cumdump – poems by Mark Ward
it’s not the filling
that bothers you
desperate to glutch – poems by Barney Ashton-Bullock
desperate to glutch that unrailed train wreck souping in the ocean to a lifeless, flotsam broth
I set off from you at a run by Emily Cotman
Michael Faraday to Benjamin Abbott
Girl-Eater – Poems by Aliyah Knight
Look — I could’ve christened the crow by myself if you would’ve let me.
Eye Witness by Kenneth Pobo
Officer I was there, in the suburban living with an overstuffed magazine rack, a television set with SpongeBob playing, and too much furniture.
Itinerarium Curiosum 1776 by Kym Deyn
For breakfast, William Stukeley eats a hard boiled egg. He’s daydreaming about mistletoe and Greek vases.
Queerfella by Simon Maddrell
on the family farm in malew they feared