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.…
jumping bikes over triangle speed bumps
around the fountain that never runs
hide and seek in the morning
ding dong ditch at night…
The volcano that was erupting is erupting
again, the ash that turned my tears into
cactus milk
is soaking into the roots of the Mexican juniper.…
After Ezra Pound and Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries
crammed into the minivan
acid washed jeans dachshund out of the cul-de-sac
we told dad to play Pearl Jam and stop at McDonald’s…
