POETRY

Tardigrade by Victoria Nordlund

Life Becomes Long Winter by Leland Seese

Catwoman in Nine Haiku by Shannon Austin

Oracle by Kunjana Parashar

A Verse For Rising by Natasha King

With the Wind by Lee-Ann Notice

FICTION

Edith by Eleanor Levine

The Merton Ephrem Memoiral Condom by Robert Kinerk

Leaving Him Dead by Samatha Tkac

I’m trying to build a poetics that investigates “place” & “from” in the context of settler colonialism in the so-called rustbelt. What are the words for the betrayal of humanity necessary to build & continue to occupy this place? What does it mean to work in a restaurant selling 40 $23 burgers per hour when you make $6.25/hour? In the same neighborhood you grew up poor in? How does my whiteness obscure my perspective on this exploitation? Is there such a thing as a “white” working class”? Aren’t we all just cops with different ranks? How do I describe the landscape of deindustrialization while remaining cognizant that nostalgia for the industrial period perpetuates the theft of land & extractivism that has destroyed this place? Is there capacity to dismantle any of this? Will there ever be? What does ecological catastrophe mean to the poor inside of the imperial core? Will the moon ever fuck me? & so on & so forth.

Terminal Tower

Public

We Need to Start Climbing Refrigerators

I Work Most Nights

Dairy Mart