Volume 66 Issue 3

Fond of Our Shadow words by Patrick Ignasiakillustration by Chelsey Wang Bite down on the umbilicus, resurrecting the road. Weathered        asphalt reflects the death of birds, and their shadowselongate on: teeth extending beyond the furrowsof your body, just beginning,                           

11 PM Elegy words by Max Friedman-Coleillustration by Cameron Ashley And the buildings are breathing like beastsAnd time is imprisoned in aspicAnd the streetlights stare down in shameAnd the ever-beating tide of the city is beginning to ebb. And the car carapaces are funhouse mirrorsAnd the stumbling students huddle like penguins on the pavementAnd the

The Uncomplicated Darkness words by Sophie Esther Ramsey illustration by Chelsey Wang I stand knocking behind this door,  nails wedged into one breathless demand: that the pitiless wood keep me inert no more and release me from time’s hands. The cold taught me all I know, paralysing my pleading limbs. The uncomplicated darkness was once