No Hay Luz by Julia Mendoza Friedman Julia Mendoza Friedman Julia Mendoza Friedman is a filmmaker residing in Brooklyn, NY. Her films have screened at LA Femme Film Festival and Broad Humor Film Festival. No Hay Luz is her first published photo collection, taken three...
Anyone Going Knows Already What’s Gone by Nicholas Brown everyone dies first thing in the morning unable to bear another day my father didn’t need reminding to leave gentleness out of his going like anything worth doing it...
The Right Place by Tyler Sones 2003 Weekends, we assemble at Dave’s house and drown compunction in Bacardi 151 and Percocet. We comb our hair and dress in clothes that allow us to pass—the brightly colored collared shirts that all the rich boys wear that year, khaki...
Is That Mushroom or Ash by Darla Mottram “I think it’s Ash.” “Oh. I thought it was Mushroom.” Meek gives me an irritated look. He’s right; I’m only disagreeing to provoke him. We’re on the corner of Hemlock and Harrison;...
Juana Catarina by Robert Kostuck November. Morning light. The riverbank crumbles beneath the edge of the house, the river sings lullabies twenty-four hours a day. “Give me a cigarette,” says Juana Catarina. “And keep that hijo’eputa out of the room for an hour or two....
When Zac, 32, Strolls In IRL by Francine Witte he looks nothing like his profile pic. For one, he’s wearing a fake mustache. For two, his hair is blonde. He recognizes me, of course. I’ve gone to great lengths to look exactly like my profile pic, which is me in my...
