




“¿Tu eres Gay?”
Josh Castillo
“I always steered toward the heels. Clunky two-inch brown leather heels, hidden beneath my grandmother’s bed. Maybe they made me feel powerful. I was smaller than the average kid, and to feel tall was to feel formidable.”



indifference belongs to the trees
Irene Cooper
i watched a murder of crows flap back an intruder.
then they disappeared into the trees.
birds don’t fucking play. they don’t.

Playing Pretend
Stephanie Gaitán
A daughter reflects on her father's coming out, and her own.

Sensory Silence
Dean Hernandez
Quieting the contradiction of yearning for touch during physical distance.

Four Glimpses
C. Adán Cabrera
That was my first time, you whisper to the dustless dashboard. You lick your lips and savor the caffeine. Well, you’re my first Mexican, he grins, knowing full well your family comes from El Salvador.

A Perfect Day for Bananacake
Jennifer Stitt
What really exists?
Not things made or unmade. Only
things in-the-making. Only things un-
caged. Silently springing


The Silence After a Storm
John Biguenet
“First thing they say, the ones rode out the storm, the ones trapped on their roofs three, four days after the levees collapsed, waiting for the United States to arrive don’t come till the end of the week, first thing they tell you, ‘It was silent, man. Silent like you never heard before.’”

Uncomfortable Silences
Chapelle Johnson
I see myself as a little girl at Sunday school. There’s a boy sobbing uncontrollably. Another boy had informed him of the inevitability of death. “We all die.” He says. “Duh.”

Cottonwood vs. The Hunters
Leopoldo Tablante
“I suspect that, in their minds, dogs were no different than men, particularly “bad-ass” men. In both cases, they seemed to believe that a little fight might just be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”


Memories of Henrietta Butler, Formerly Enslaved
Henrietta Butler
On Juneteenth, remembering the history of slavery through the words of Henrietta Butler, formerly enslaved.

from the line snaking around costco on a Saturday after a thunderstorm
Ally Noyes
“i put on earrings for this”

Some Kind of Magic
Deja Groomes
“The lingering aura of that last Mardi Gras reminded me why New Orleans has always been fictionalized as a place with its own mystique; somehow more authentic than other American cities.”