POETRY

Juneau

By VICTORIA CHANG

Imagination can // be transferred. In the / hours you are alone, / it oils the / soul.


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16 Mar 2026

MICRO

A slightly grainy photo of a hanging lamp in front of a window. The lampshade itself looks made of wicker/wood, and the bulb inside can be seen shining through. There's a hint of a sepia tone over the photo, and a beige-brown screen hangs partly over the window, between its glass and the lamp. On the other side of the screen, the shadow of a small lizard can be seen. Beyond the window, a tall building sits in the distance, beside a telephone line pole. Photo is by PhungNghi NguyenLe on Unsplash.

The Remedy

By JAE NICHELLE

forgive me, oh June, I am everyone’s fool.

13 Mar 2026

ESSAY

A red lacy bra on a white bedsheet

Narrative Arc of No One’s Gumara

By CHRISTINE GRIMALDI

That he spends more time narrating what he would do to you than doing most, if any, of it is the kind of intermittent reward used to create addiction in lab rats. You are the rat.

9 Mar 2026

BACK OF THE ENVELOPE

A close-up photo of a pile of labeled vials filled with blood and other fluid. The caps of the vials are light purple, pastel green, or tan.

Case Study: Blood

By RACHEL MORGAN

Is it better to be the universal donor or the universal recipient

6 Mar 2026

FICTION

A black-and-white photograph that is slightly washed out and saturated. Foregrounded are two bobbleheads of J. Robert Oppenheimer. They are wearing suits and fedoras and are posed grinning, with their hands on their hips, and are standing on black bases with the name “Robert J. Oppenheimer” written on the side. The bobbleheads are positioned in front of martini glasses on wooden shelving. On the shelf, there is a label that reads “Bobblehead $30.”

At the Gift Shop in Los Alamos

By CLAIRE STANFORD

They are selling J. Robert Oppenheimer bobbleheads and martini shakers and baseball caps and t-shirts and pins and patches and picnic blankets.

4 Mar 2026

POETRY

Image shows a close up of small, pale orange mushrooms growing on a mossy piece of wood. The image angle is from the side and the small mushrooms grow up and to the left, out of crevices in the wood. The lighting is dim with white light shining in from above, illuminating the mushrooms agains the dark green of the moss.

The truth according to mycelia

By S.A. LEGER

Picture the earth as a child, swaddled in the velvet of a supermassive / black hole. Forgive me for butchering this metaphor.