Category: Blurred Genre 2025 Issue

by José Enrique Medina Part 1: My dream name is Sinfalda Beneath a purple sky, driftingin my canoe, I pluck the wordlike a white lily from the smooth faceof the Lake of Smoke.  This isn’t a romantic story although it may sound like one with mist and flowers and boats. It’s only a way of…

by Celeste Caesora Gzollnic Transcript of “Palimpsests” Introduction       Names: Among the Cakchiquels, each person bore two names; the individual the family or chinamitl. This word is pure a place enclosed by a fence, firstborn Iximcheʹ as maiz, as tree secondborn Chʹumil as star by the hold or family one lineage bearing one name, one grows…

by Sara Lynne Puotinen HOW TO FIND A BLIND SPOT Stand. Stare. Wait. Stand a foot away from a blank wall in a well lit room. Close your lefteye and look straight ahead with your right or close your right eyeand look straight ahead with your left. Stare into the center until adark ring begins…

by Kiana Shaley The entrance is rearranging. The entrance is rearranging. Memory palace of perfect likeness, as in the way the mind itself forgets then fills in, so renovations are done. The entrance is rearranging. Emerges a door. Memory palace of perfect likeness, as in the way the mind itself forgets then fills in transparent…

by Jean-Luke Swanepoel Transcript of “Downsizing” For years my mother lived in a three-bedroom house, a bougainvillea bleeding blossoms in the yard. It was a house with a number—225—and a street with a name, in a town that fit snugly within the triangle formed by three intersecting interstates. This town had a hospital, and the…