Category: Blurred Genre Issue


    by Russell Karrick Today was the first time I saw it rain in Santa Fe de Antioquia. I stoodbarefoot on the grass, looking at the mango tree’s wet leaves. The same treewhose branches I lowered yesterday as a gesture of peace while my wifestruggled to pick the last few hanging fruits. I saw her from […]

  • WE LUV

    by Sophia Terazawa CALLER IDThough I don’t yet know their names, on the phone, one calls me after a mockingbird. IT PLEASES MEMockingbird, in its Latinate root: submergence. A wet sound. A face unlike mine slopping against her voice. THE JOB IS SIMPLETo become what every caller needs me to be: Jo, Megumi, Filoh, Sophia. […]

  • The Conservation Candidate’s Speechwriter Tosses Another Draft of His Valentine into the Trash

    by Alyson Mosquera Dutemple In trying to date the inception of our love, I have decided that I have belonged to you since roughly the year palm oil started cropping up in every ingredient list of our purchases, and, yes, since the year we started reading ingredient lists together in stores while we shopped for […]

  • dohány street synagogue

    by Leighton Schreyer Leighton Schreyer (they/them) is a writer, poet, and critically Mad queer activist in Toronto, ON. Their writing often explores themes of gender, sexuality, mental health, and the human condition in an effort to unsettle norms and critically engage with the world around them. As a current medical student, Leighton is passionate about […]

  • Against — Against

    by d. ARTIST STATEMENTBlending traditions of Consequences, Exquisite Corpse, Mad Libs and procedural composition, “Against — Against” is a phrasal template word game that a computer plays with words from a user-generated database. The template is a statement by United States Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy, Case 16-111, “Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission.” […]

  • Fingers

    by Flavian Mark Lupinetti       Garrett’s father named his shop Mountain Metals, but everyone called it the Finger Factory. All the employees, even kids like me who worked only summers, felt shackled to the place by our Finger Cuffs, making so much money and needing so much more that no one could gin up the courage […]