Category: Issue Eight

One summer, my extended family travelled all the way from Nigeria to go on a road trip around England. I was already living in London at the time, and I had not done much exploring myself, so I joined them. During this trip, we came upon a remote village with its own Gods, laws, and…

          a cylinder of near-translucent fluid — set up carefully, lone object in your sight, against the light depriving all its flesh of any object status in the eye, all such definition as implies a waiting depth and any edge more awfully lost now than the frame’s celluloid border to the corpses caught on film, cinematography…

1 Origin Story. The suburb where I live, the suburb you will soon discover, is named for a mineral spring. Our journey begins steps from the bus depot, where over one hundred years ago, a prominent publisher discovered the site of his future estate. He had left the city on horseback that morning, the story…

n.n.november I realized I lose my mind around the same time every year and came across a chalkboard that said electoral violence femicide so I copied it into my notebook along with there is no chemical that is not dynamic & i want to be/in more beautiful pain then this. I went to a concert…

Motheaten, flea infested, a corpse killed twice, first shot then stabbed, gutted, tamped into a trunk for transport, turned-inside-out, split into halves, skin scraped smooth, stroked with poisons, then stitched seam to seam and stuffed with saw dust and rags, history, retaining in its preservation, the thinnest resemblance to its living form. Behold the beast.…

Winning Streak Except the thing was that she could control the world with her mind—that sometimes, if she thought really hard about something, it would happen. For example, there’d been the time a few months ago when she’d decided to splurge and take herself out to Fabricio’s Ristorante Italiano, and partway through dinner, she’d realized…

Guidelines The Crying Station is a space designed for tears. Though the Crying Station is designed for tears, there is no pressure to cry. Embrace whatever thoughts and feelings arise. At the Crying Station, we encourage an atmosphere of sincerity and fluidity. Partners can be referred to as confidants, because all information revealed in the…

i touch my face to the oval window, peering out from my seat in the sky. i am small, tinier even than a housefly riding the edge of a cloud. at the bottom of my sight, cars hug the bending asphalt roads. city buses lurch & sway, packed with the people of the world. a…

Source text: Fascinating Womanhood by Helen Andelin, originally self-published in 1963. These erasures were composed upon pages of the mass-market paperback, published by Random House, 1982. Lisa Huffaker creates poetry, collage, and assemblage. She is a frequent visiting artist at the Nasher Sculpture Center, a recent C3 Visiting Artist at the Dallas Museum of Art,…

SOO-JIN (수진) / SOPHIA, OR COAGULATION She can never begin at the beginning. To do so is not possible. Not simply because of the memories she’s naturally repressed, but also because of what’s been destroyed — literally wiped from the earth’s surface — then lost or rewritten in whatever public or private archives persist. She’s…