Summer Solstice by Erin Emily Ann Vance
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She sharpens the thickest bones from her stays into knives and slips them under the mattress. She pretends to sleep; her hair haloes her cherub face, cornsilk on cotton. The dog snores on the floor, grunts. The husband crawls into the bed, buzzing like a hive with rum-soaked desire and
City Spit by Adrienne Adams
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The city is made of spit. Purple folds on its back offering wings. Glow lights surround window streets. Caucaphonic art echoing caves. It’s a busy festival if you look up. Night rainbows glide by in street cars, saturating pavements. We crash hard at life offering us so much. Courses
Drunk on the Plunge by Delane Just
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“I’m going to have to put you on hold, one sec.” The phone gave Julia’s voice a distant, robotic glaze. “Yeah, sure,” Angela told the rattle of the receiver as it was set down on what sounded like a bunch of crinkling papers. She could hear a child
Lida Issue 02: Systems
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Our second issue featuring an amazing collection of work.
Author Feature: Niamh Burns's "We Stand Apart"
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We stand apart because/when we look into heaven we don’t see God with his glass eye swivelling/ we see each other/ disjointed trying to get out because/if we look too closely we’ll taste blood because/the last time you took me in your arms i shook
Matriarchs by Anna Pazakova
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These women were carved of mountains, harsh and discontent. The legacy they carry is fraught with ancestral miscommunication.
How OCD Fuelled my Creativity
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Poor mental health can keep us from writing. And yet it can also be the reason we write, to survive. To claw our way out of the sewer with our desperate words.
