Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

SEVEN DAYS by ZARNAB TUFAIL

touch that motherly tender love, with your five fingers and giggle out a laugh that will last. a lifetime. save your sister a piece of happiness, do not be greedy. the water is yet to boil and the hands are still open. catch all your dreams before the night shines. tell your father you wished […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

NECK TATTOOS by MARISSA ROSE

The color of blueberry syrup, stain-lines bleeding through a lifetime of August sunburns: they are angel wings, names of the once-beloved, crosses rising like lighthouses above collarless shirts. In this neighborhood south of the river, they are stories no one asks to hear, painted dot-to-dot with needles, told anyway. When the line to the smoke […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

STRATUS by SEAN PATRICK MULROY

I don’t want to talk about last night.                                      his smooth hands thick and ugly                         how I loved them I said                                                 I went by your old room and I looked into the window like I always used to.                                 I remember every night we spent there all the clever ways that I convinced […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

AT THE BORDER by CHINUA EZENWA-OHAETO

your mouth wants to forget the breadth of this place, forget how you rolled into it & swallowed its lynching rains. for what place turns the things in it into ashes. what place burns into the skin & says you’re an embodiment & a reflection of things cracked & squashed. a boy once saw you […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

SANTA CRUZ FOREVER by CHESTINA CRAIG

I blame every Santa Cruz summer for every ounce of invincibility I’ve felt, if you can come out of the thaw still deer spry, if you can swallow the sun like those born here, you can do anything underwater & how many times should I have died but at 16 I didn’t believe in death […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

CATCH AND RELEASE by MICHAEL CHIN

When I was still a girl, the boys asked when I’d stop believing in magic. They might ask you one day, too and you’ll have your own words, your own beliefs, your own magic. So all I ask is that you not forget the fish that leapt clear out of the water, the bubble you […]

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Everything, Issue 40, Poetry

GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DYKE by LEVI CAIN

i. will god let me be a conduit going anywhere i can have you, into elysian fields where i do begin an eager pilgrimage to where your thighs have already started kissing, where i do place my ear to your stomach as a shell to the sea and know the deepest part of you to […]

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Art, Everything, issue 39

MERYL D’SA interviews ALEXANDRA DUMITRICӐ

Where you are from? What are your passions and hobbies? My full name is Alexandra Cristina Dumitrică. I was born in Bucharest, Romania, during a rainy November night almost 21 years ago. Today, I still live in Bucharest, where I study Pharmacy at University of Medicine and Pharmacy “Carol Davila.” Even though the career path I […]

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Creative Nonfiction, Everything, issue 39

FEAR: A COLLAGE by RONNY FORD

If I could smoke fear away I’d roll that motherfucker up. -Kendrick Lamar More than a year and a half after my last sip of alcohol, I still get nightmares about drinking again. And they are nightmares, despite the scene being only in my little kitchen, me standing at the sink, swirling my icy glass […]

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Everything, issue 39, Poetry

TAILSPIN by DARWIN PAPPAS-FERNANDES

a leaf caught between two fingers snatch back the words, unchosen, opting instead for some that won’t place my heart between your palms. I dandelion-wish the next phrase can transplant the muscle from where it’s lived so long on my bloodied sleeve, press it back into my chest where it belongs even though I know […]

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Everything, issue 39, Poetry

LETTER TO THE SKY by ALISON HICKS

Across our bowl deep as our atmosphere, you provide friction for those attempting re-entry. Clouds are garments you put on and discard. You layer them up and peel them off. When you fling them they scoop us up and hurl down on us. I saw your bare chest once on a late summer evening in […]

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Everything, issue 39, Poetry, Prose

HOLLOWING OUT by ANOUSHKA NARENDA

it is a bright orange sunday and my fists are unripening and i am still contemplating that baby albino turtle born with a wide open heart – so tender and exposed, a small pulsing blackberry abandoned by his own shell. i try to cup his breaths like running water with my two inconsolable hands; each […]

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Everything, issue 39, Poetry

MYTHOS by STEPHANIE VALENTE

tuesday nights: fold tiny paper birds smudged white ignore phone numbers i’ll never text tie off lovers like old stories with a string i’ll crown myself jeweled with flowers hide my face cross out the name of you like a to-do list make vows for tomorrow, to growl alone.   Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, […]

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Art, Everything, issue 38

MERYL D’SA interviews KAREN THOM

Tell us about yourself. Where you are from? Hi!  I’m Karen Thom. I’m Canadian and currently live on the gorgeous southern west coast of British Columbia, Canada. I’m reminded daily by my picturesque surroundings (and the news) how truly fortunate I am. What are your passions and hobbies? My first passion is my family and […]

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Creative Nonfiction, Everything, issue 38, Prose

DREAMING MOTHER by ROBIN W.

where she sits on the front steps of the nyc townhouse i will own someday and spouts nonsense, says do your science homework, sweetie. says what matters more, what you say to yourself when you lose or what you say to yourself when you win? repeats c’est la vie. c’estlaviec’estlaviec’estlavie until my ears bleed so […]

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Everything, issue 38, Poetry

LET ME by GRACE GALLAGHER

my mother stands in my driveway holding two grocery bags like twin babies. i crush my cigarette under my foot and say mom, let me carry those for you. i tell her i’ll stop smoking when i’m pregnant and she says i already am my own baby. what i want more is to be my own […]

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Everything, issue 38, Poetry

ROOM 402 by ANNIE MCQUADE

i watch as my grandmother, with bordeaux painted arms, listens as my grandfather tells her about the routine details of their shared household: a squirrel that keeps trying to get into the birdfeeder, a new can of pam cooking spray has been added to the pantry, a leak in the roof their son came over […]

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Everything, issue 38, Poetry

BACK HOME by JULIA TRAVERS

My body is my home, but I shuttered it awhile back, and I’ve hovered nearby like a tangled kite, a drunken bird. Now I look through the windows, knock on panes, trace ledges. My hands follow mossy walls. I see how the roof points to the sky, and I want to live in there again, […]

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Everything, issue 38, Poetry

BIRTHRIGHT by NATALIE WEE

          Of all my inheritances          my father’s appetite pulls heaviest          the translucent ache          licks my joints sweet          a mouth           without a mouth          begging not          for fullness          but to be rid of absence          a man who praises          water’s return to shore           transforms my […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

SNOW by RACHEL EGLY

She lies back on the bed while he watches the snow outside settling softly like the skin in the curve of her back. With the curtains and his attention drawn back inside, the soft machine of his body reminds her of the streets after the plow comes through. She sighs and thinks a mouth is […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

PARTING POEM by KIT ARMSTRONG

After Brad Paisley, “Ticks” Every atmosphere                         you bottle to your lips was the other half                  of an idea. Let’s get out of drive, find a moonlight,           kiss a path I used to […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

KELLY DRIVE by KHALIAH PITTS

molten time // or perhaps memories, wet with windings and wanderings, wondering and the wariness and weariness the waxed (and waned) songs the many psalms sung and hung from expectant arms beings of ground pulled from homes soused with the whispers of living ghosts i came to give offerings at the place where trees come […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

YOLK by CRIS IACOPONI

I would bang the egg of my forehead against bathroom walls Sunday mornings. ✝ My parents would drop me at Amy’s then over coffee cake and orange juice they’d whisper “We sure do love her, but—”   I had a dream last night Amy. We were holding hands walking by the side of Route 55 […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

BLOOD TIES by LAETITIA K.

here are the mountains— even though Ma said that the highest mountain we have in this wretched place is a hill— that I awed at from Pa’s shoulders, resting on hollow bones and shaky foundations.                                             […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

NATALIE KORMAN’S DAY OFF by NATALIE KORMAN

In this treatment, I am Cameron Frye and my old man, that’s me too, I am the interminable clang against my skull, making a charmed life a nightmare, making an exquisite home a hellhole. I am trying to evade consequences of freedom. It is so dirty and so frightening, I recoil. Freedom dings and puts […]

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Everything, issue 37, Poetry

THIS GROUND by NELL SMITH

For a time, I forgot the skin of white pines, chapped from Maine winters, their sap seeping through the bark. I forgot, by loving the dogs of Guanaja that barked from the docks of stilt homes as I passed, parting the water in a dinghy.  By loving snow crowding a spit in Alaska, the stones […]

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Art, Everything, issue 36

MERYL D’SA interviews RAMONA RUSSU

Where are you from? What kind of work do you do and what materials do you work with for each piece? I was born in Romania and I am currently living in Corsica while travelling around the world. My work is mainly illustrations, drawings, paintings that feature The Girl with Black Hair – a name that […]

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Everything, issue 36, Poetry

SHELF by BARA HLADIKOVA

we drove to the hardware store before we went bowling. You had to buy screws. You wanted to install a shelf. I make due without shelving, cluttering rocks with spice jars, souvenirs, old cards. maybe a shelf is a good idea, maybe it’s salvation. Instead, I go to the bakery and eat a Long John […]

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Everything, issue 36, Poetry

TOKUNBO by OMOTOYOSI SALAMI

it starts in America, this year a shift has occurred I see some Black Americans embracing African cultures, Yoruba culture in particular some use it for aesthetics, spell “Orisa” as “Orisha” for the first time ever I don’t say I’m a Black American. I walk up to a priestess and tell her I’m actually Yoruba. […]

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