Everything, Issue 89, Poetry

The Green of Your Lungs by Shaw

After Alessia Di Cesare the pine trees stayed the same shade of green and the thing is that i love you again.it’ that it hangs in my throat until we have glitter on our feet and sand in our eyes.that it was me breaking sticks and watching you shoot arrows, that i tried to tell […]

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Art, Everything, Issue 89

Flamingo and In The Valley by Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh

Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh is an ESL poet and artist based in Virginia. She is the managing editor at Poetica Publishing, where she oversees the Miriam Rachimi Micro Chapbook Poetry Prize. Mahgerefteh has authored five poetry chapbooks, including In My Bustan, The Rising Song, What’s Left Behind, Field of Harps, and Sipping Memories. Her latest collection, FishMoon, will be released in 2024. In addition to […]

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Fiction, Issue 89, Prose

What Shouldn’t I Be? by angel ogoemesim

Content warning: violence, self-harm Honey said holding onto memory is like trying to grasp water with spread fingers. She told me to hold on to the sweet ones, to turn my mind into cupped palms before they leak from the gaps of my fingers. If you remember anything, remember this: hold on, hold on, she’d […]

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Everything, Issue 89, Opportunities for Artists & Writers

Opportunities for Artists and Writers: November 2023

Pepper Coast Lit is currently accepting poetry and prose submissions from Africans, people of color, those in the diaspora, descendants, and affiliates of the aforementioned. Send double/single-spaced work in 12-point Times New Roman and/or Palatino Linotype font as either .doc/.docx to peppercoastlitsubmissions@gmail.com. Do not include your name and email address anywhere in the document except in […]

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Everything, Issue 89, Poetry

Brumation by Macallan Lay

All mental collapse happensin the winter. The brief pop of red tree leaves before dropping. That’s it. I was enclosedin my bed  when I marked the distancebetween me and spring. Flashlight under the covers with a mapof my head in my hands. I fell asleep for a long time. A brain is like a spider’s web,shaped for protectionbut by […]

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