The Vision of Albaric by Jude Cowan Montague

I saw the e-waste, the e-waste stream,
bubbling scraps of a ghost-glass dream.

Hired Help by Elizabeth York Dickinson

Spilling over like remnants
ready for the dump, the car
piled pieces of a life.

Girl in a Borrowed Cloak by Amanda Oosthuizen

She has fallen from the sky into this dark room where powdery graphite smudges her fingers, where the diamonds scattering the floor cut her feet. And outside the tide clock pounds.

Peanut Love by Chad Musick

Though she’s allergic to my peanut love,
mom makes the lunchtime sandwich each morning,
says a prayer, takes a breath, rewraps the loaf,
tempers my warm smile with her chill warning.

Letters to the Body I Lived In by Danie Shokoohi

1.

Later, you’ll say it was like rosemary.
Like clean. Like lavender

in the bathtub.

Confessions of a Slender Man Groupie by Justin Karcher

Many people do not believe
Slender Man is real and we wanted
to prove the skeptics wrong.

Ghost Towns by Madison McSweeney

+++Some places are all history.
+++I grew up in what some would call a dying town. I don’t think that was an especially apt descriptor – “dying” implies an end is near. My town wasn’t approaching any inevitable end-point – it was just stuck in time. A place with a deep past, but no future.

Mother by Amanda Crum

It can’t have been easy, growing up in that house on the hill.

A Nightmare by M.D. Wheatley

my head hits the common room desk and
are you okay some people preach
they strike me as
some friends
and i

I Can Fix That by Samantha Curreli

+++++Loretta sat on her loft bed, scribbling lists of alliterations for her name in her journal.

Lovely Loretta
Lucky Loretta
Loony Loretta

The Afterlife by Bayveen O’Connell

+++++Ghosts are lifting my bones, sorting and weighing them. They are washing my femurs to hang curtains from, using my patellae as saucers.

Slenderella by Kristin Garth

Surveillance, stoic, single pane, sisters
shadowed, glass, wool drenched rain — sharp, shrill, too svelte,
the two he spies. Drips raindrop tears, monster’s
eyeless alibis — sympathy unfelt.