by Sofia Paredes art by Belle McDonald Going to the carnival funhouse as a kid was fun. Seeing yourself stretched thin, wide, short, fat… You would point at your friends’ reflections and laugh at them until your stomach hurt. When … Continue reading Your body is a funhouse

by Leo Levy – CONTENT WARNING: suicide Continue reading Reflections

by Havi Rojer she moves long, light fingers with careful motions and creates little circles on the beach. her nails are very short and the sand waits patiently to crawl beneath them. the sea whispers to us with the scent … Continue reading oceanside

by Carrie Kim art by Emma Eisler This is an ages-old  tale about a Fairy and a Woodcutter The chances are that you have heard it many, many times already You must know how the story goes, a kind woodcutter … Continue reading Look What We Have Here

by Jean Cambareri The metal bar squeezes hard against my chest Our thighs are touching The air is crisp A night in early May I should feel careless and free, like all the smiling faces below us Suddenly, the metal … Continue reading The Act

by Jamie Anderluh  These are the carnivals of my pandemic year-plus.  They were not busy.  They were usually not planned.  They did not seek attention.  But they were beautiful. Because in a year-plus of things falling apart they will always … Continue reading These are the Carnivals of My Pandemic Year-Plus

by Vee Cipperman Continue reading Carnival Snack Quiz!

by Emma Eisler  What is another poem for nineteen?  My body that hunkers down, remembers its old shape on my childhood bed Longings left waiting on my pillow What is another poem for New Year’s Day? Frost on the grass … Continue reading Menlo Park on New Year’s Day