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Men Without Names

March 6, 2026

Stomach curds splash through the gunshot sounds of tires thumping through crumbling roads. In times like these, the inside of a mouth reminds of a farm. Bits from creatures and vegetables lie buried in unpicked pockets of teeth, waiting patiently for a savvy tongue to weasel in and through to scoop it out.

Featured From the Editors

Issue #55 – Call for Submissions

Not just dirt as mess, but dirt as method, material, and metaphor.

March 5, 2026

We are looking for short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, visual art, and photography that explore all the dirty things we’re told to scrub away… and what happens when they stick around.

Izabela Himes

Featured Poetry

Letters to S

Graeme Kennedy |

March 5, 2026

Shells sounding the ocean—is this absence? Is the unwritten absence? Is post in transit absence? Is transition absence? Is progression absence? Is transformation absence? Is absence music?

Susan Wilkinson

Featured Poetry

The Age of Imbalance

John Zheng |

March 4, 2026

When yin yang is maintained
like tending to a garden,
harmony blooms into flowers
to beautify life and soul.

hannestm

Featured Poetry

Delta Blues

John Zheng |

March 4, 2026

the dirt road
jolts & jars

Featured Reviews

Controlling the Center Line: Pick a Colour and Intimacy in the Ring

Taylor Preston |

February 27, 2026

In their work, the salon women float like butterflies and sting like acetone. Discussing her new novel in an interview with Publishers Weekly, Thammavongsa highlighted a quote from the poet Jan Zwicky: “work can carry you the way love can, but with less sorrow.”

Liu Xia

Featured Fiction

Deep Inside

Stefan Zhael |

February 25, 2026

I think I see something move in the dark, across the room, near the far wall that I hope is there. The only light is from a dim digital clock that reads 23:34. I follow him and stupidly ask, “What’s going to happen?”

Siora Photography

Featured Non-fiction

Finger on the Line: One English Teacher’s Brush with Controversy

Pam North |

February 20, 2026

We’d begun to acknowledge the history of our Indigenous people, and attitudes towards the LGBTQ+ community had begun to shift. But when I started to teach Annabel in 2017, I became increasingly aware that we were on the cusp of another struggle.

Valentina Grahovac

Featured Poetry

A Derelict Farmhouse on Manitoulin Island

James Owens |

February 18, 2026

she breathed slowly by the sink
her hands in dough
and thought of a tree in bloom

Featured Reviews

An unburial of colours, and other shades of mourning: A Review of The Widow’s Crayon Box by Molly Peacock

Hazel Yott |

February 13, 2026

I read this collection in November, the month of mourning, during the season where everything seems to lay its head come afternoon. When...

János Venczák

Featured Fiction

Green Hearts Grow

John Plaski |

February 11, 2026

She tensed as the latter lifted a single hand and laid it upon her shoulder, expecting the usual force whenever an adult put their hand upon her, but this limb was soft and light, as if it was sculpted out of feathers and dandelion fluff.

Serge Kutuzov

Featured Poetry

No Proof

Esther Sadoff |

February 6, 2026

I have a book in my hands,
and the wires of the city below
are exposed like raw nerves.

Bruno Van Der Kraan

Featured Fiction

Parlay

Solomon Goudsward |

February 4, 2026

I spotted a pair of brown eyes, a smile that seemed warm and somehow naive. The boy was looking right at me, right into me, his hand outstretched.

Annie Spratt

Featured Poetry

Bone-Dry August

Jan A. Wozniak |

January 30, 2026

Yarrow blooms where minnows once scattered,
while cattails droop in arthritic arcs,

Mitchell Breedlove

Featured Fiction

Ravineland

Ben Pitfield |

January 28, 2026

My wants became specific: to tell her about Malc, about the inferiority complex he’d been nursing since we were kids, since Mum died and Dad became a disciplinarian.

Marek Piwnicki

Featured Poetry

And I’ll Drown

Meg Mellor |

January 14, 2026

Your hands wrap around my chest
and squeeze my heart like putty

Luigi Boccardo

Featured Fiction

Take It All Away

Madeline Weih-Wadman |

January 9, 2026

“I do.” I said this when Liam and I were married, but the words feel composed of a new and spectacular heft. We might as well have said totally, man at the altar.

Joaquin Arenas

Featured Poetry

Dark Summer

Yucheng Tao |

December 31, 2025

You often prayed to that dove,
that had already broken its wings,
or never appeared.