Marissa Davis

Then, Cathedral half-hearted morning running i blamethe nobility of beige the anticipated autumnroutes & my lack of decisiveness when droppedbefore the prongs of a forked roadfor this remembrance & i blame the necessity of goodbyesthe tough sprinting feet of children but mostlythe surprise of saint martin of tours flowering off knickerbockerits old world face nearly…

Editor’s Note | On Pleasure

Dear Reader, When pleasure appears on the page, it is often simplified, sanitized, or centered on the experiences of straight cis men, while—off the page—pleasure is manifold: mundane, profound, individual, shared, sexual, platonic, messy, and moving. In this issue, you will find pleasure distilled in the tip of a pen as it grazes skin, in…