Issue 11 Logan February

Room 139 by Logan February The hornets are lazy and fat outside my window; in the distance, the horizon is sunless and blank as virgin paper. The hellhounds here have dirty paws and teeth that […]

Stargazing Through Silk Blindfolds by Logan February There’s a single shriveled hibiscus by my bedside, next to the night-glass where I keep my eyeballs when they itch. It is old, and it has lost its […]

The Stars Align As Dominos by Logan February Caffeine and chamomile are dancing again. The music is cricket song refrigerator hum (maybe there are angels too). I put a heavy book on the pile of […]