Prose & Cons

by Grace Rychwalski I SEE YOU. SLENDER AND SINEWY AND REMARKABLE. THE KNOTS GNAW THROUGH MY STOMACH. SHOULD I CONCEDE TO THIS INFIDELITY? i see…

by Christina DiLuzio Sometimes I hate my friends on Friday nights. I want to be sitting here long enough that it’s not awkward. Insert your…

by Madison Barlow Home is not where the heart is, but rather home is the place where you carved our initials into a tree as…

by Joseph Heiland Can’t whistle with game In your mouth Lips stained, tendons drape From your jowls Song of bees like blood And wanting

by Erika Walsh I stare at myself in the mirror; press my lips into the heart of some forgotten religion. The bell tolls (and it’s…

by Michael Petit Marshmallow ceilings and muscle spasms Standing at this bar, waiting for a glance That lion typing on his screen, taking orders Dancing…

by Gavin Dubois Candlelight was all we had, but you didn’t seem to mind. My eyes had grown weary from focusing. From trying to witness…

by Alexa Salvato “Emma!” Margaret squeals from across the 7-Eleven parking lot. “Emma! Emma! Oh my god, get the fuck over here! I’ve been waiting…

by Samantha Brodsky I Am Your Yesterdays, Not Your Todays Or Tomorrows Dear Ex-Lover who is miles away by now, I never wanted you to…

by Grace Rychwalski “You need layers – Let’s thin The thick underside So it won’t tangle. Maybe you should try Some mousse, Some spray, Or…