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She

Harsimran Kaur

She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead

She goes to the farmer’s market
and buys herself apricots
and eats them by herself
and remains happy all year long.

 

HARSIMRAN KAUR is a seventeen-year-old author of three books. Her work has been recognised by The Royal Commonwealth Society, Oxford University Press, and the International Human Rights Art Festival. Her website is www.harsimranwritesbooks.com/. She is currently a senior in high school in India.

Little Cartoon

James Croal Jackson

our laughter
snorts out 

sunflowers 
but pushing

glasses 
up the bridge 

of my nose
how you

animate
the room

keeps me 
alive

 

JAMES CROAL JACKSON (he/him) is a Filipino-American poet working in film production. He has two chapbooks, Our Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021) and The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (jamescroaljackson.com)

The Pumpkins Are A-Plumping

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Tentacles slither out of drain holes

The cauldrons are a-bubbling, and the trees have made themselves all pretty: let’s do this. Welcome to Issue 114!

Jennifer Ruth Jackson kicks things off with a poem that perfectly merges season and mood, “Inertia of the Noon Wraith.” I have no better hook for Seth Geltman’s “Might Have to Lose It” than his one-sentence cover letter: “It’s about a prickly flag salesman who gets attacked by a cat in a Subway restaurant.” Next up Gale Acuff’s speaker explains “There’s nothing I love better than Jesus” (with a few small qualifications), and Colin Kemp tells of a frugal liquor store patron’s memorable encounter with “The Garbanzo Gangster.” Joe Bishop delights with sound and unexpected imagery in “Medley for My Banshee,” and L. Breneman shows how a glitch in the matrix isn’t always a copy cat; sometimes it’s “The Songbird Thing.” Plus creepy cover art “Dark Monster” by D1/The One.

Isn’t October just the best? Frighten it online or scare up the .pdf.