From Vol. 9: “In My Dreams There’s No One in the Maternity Ward,” a poem by Tessa Livingstone

I keep having dreams they take her from mewhen I hadn’t finished. I wanted her more. I wander halls in … More

“Picking,” a collaborative short story by Kim Magowan & Michelle Ross from Vol. 9

I’m picking lemons from the lemon tree beside the back porch of a man I met a week ago at … More

III. presented with the frameworkof fevers, faith, moonlight and such other violencean obvious definition of self I amnot ready to … More

today there are marigoldsblooming in the street& i mean this literally.there are marigolds risingfrom the seam betweenthe curb & the … More

Lust Nothing is more useless than Godhe doesn’t stroke my foreheaddoesn’t stretch a moist tongueto lustfully lick the bloodfrom every … More

Theatre for Realtors An afternoon for burning, we lookin houses.A chance to makesome theatre for realtorswe say, realtorsare people too … More

Bombs in Dogs My ex Shelly and her new husband are moving out of town, a little over an hour’s … More

12:11 a.m.We lost power, just as my body was turning to stone and sinking into the wet concrete of Sunday … More

Revisions For the moment he does summertime with an alexandrine mounted in air,inscribed in a space of appropriation—a hundred-foot colossus … More

Albatross Quiz Various species of albatross cana. circumnavigate the globeb. fly to the moonc. become curses and symbols of atonement … More

Dustin Holland lives and works in northern Colorado where he and his brother make The Holland Boys Zine (patreon.com/hollandboyszine).

Joyful Poem, with Nearsightedness We enter the world able to detect the earliest upheavals of atmosphere. Each morning, the thousand … More