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 NARENDRA

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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