Sunday Comics
From a cold clod cut in a deep zone, a sunken ship with the ghost on…They put my seat in there, Sunday Comics under the chair hot, tucked in a dope spot, so the chrome tire screech every time we hit.
The Queen of Ghosts
Fiction by Kallye Smith.
The Paper Theater of War: Fanning the Flames
The history of Japanese propaganda is the subject of the Hoover Institution’s latest book and exhibition. Omar Willey writes.
Poem from I Look at My Body and See the Source of My Shame: Ecstasy Facsimile (“Rescue me after the gangrenous limb’s been cut off”)
Poetry by Mark Anthony Cayanan.
Sunday Comics
It’s just that I want to say that I live a life in a day. I didn’t have to wait till I was lonely old and gray, I simply read the Sunday Comics for a direction!
Voices Through the Window
Poetry by Max Reif.
MAGA Moments with Alfie and Dell
Fiction by T.H. Cee
Nameless Girl
A neatly arranged pair of shoes. Legs swinging to and fro over the edge. On the horizon, an apocalypse looms. Fiction by Una Ada.
Journal of the Plague Year: Quarantine Girl
Omar Willey gets reflective about a year of COVID-19 and cinema.
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