swim meet lit mag

Ellie Fisher

double exposure slick rot. past selves shedding, congealing—discarded, soul heavy. i feel ill; past mistakes. unbrushed teeth. my face feels as if it is detaching itself from my skull / i saw someone today i once loved. something is splitting. i am peeling the past from my heart, revealing the core; a wound. refraction ofContinue reading “Ellie Fisher”

Dave Clark

‘You know that phone plan? The one I got a month ago?’

How could I forget? He’d banged on about it ‘til kingdom come.

‘Well, there was a catch. At the end of all that small writing.’

Melanie Hobbs

That year my aunty passed away from a sudden arrhythmia. For the first time in my life there wasn’t an adult in the world who understood me.

Nnadi Samuel

I run out of ways to midwife safely, the delicate stream that burdens my core:

Sam Morley

Sam Morley is a poet whose work has been published in a number of journals including Cordite, Red Room Poetry, Canberra Times, The Australian, Overland, Westerly, Southerly, Plumwood Mountain, takahē (NZ), and Antipodes (US).

Seth Robinson

The boat arrives at sunset, pulling in under a fruit salad sky. Pineapple, melon, grapefruit and mango, all layered under coconut clouds.

Aries M Gacutan

contusion /
first bruise in a year /
& it’s nestled right up near my knee

Em Readman

I pull up the pots and watch the silt sediment bloom around my ankles, then settle. The crabs have wedged between the netting, grasping the chunks of baitfish Jean cut up yesterday morning. The pot is teeming with them.

Sharlene Allsopp

In Flanders fields my Poppy bled

Taryn Riley

Psathyrella Aquatica Taryn Riley is a painter and illustrator currently living in Florida. She has a master’s degree from Maryland Institute College of Art. For the last six years she has been an elementary and middle-school art teacher. Her art functions as a way of processing her daily thoughts and experiences. She has work forthcomingContinue reading “Taryn Riley”