[Poetry] — Peter Donnelly

“At these minor garden parties,/Wind lushes and lashes/Through tended-to bush/Gusts across tennis courts (the nets slap/And billow); Ford Fiestas at the perimeter/Unmoved by all of this.”

[Poetry] — Maia Joy

“The brightness melts my insides/into something that more resembles/a Salvador Dalí painting than/anything earthly”

[Poetry] — George Rawlins

“I stalk a weakening current, a mirror/to wandering, tracing faint verse/into sediment just/below whitewater.”

[Essay] Dickens’s Spirits — James Riding

“These ghosts keep returning in Dickens’s writing not just because of their practical uses, but also out of necessity: they are an intrinsic component of his craft. Dickens knew all too well that a writer must be a bodysnatcher.”

[Essay] Boris the Katechon — Josh Mcloughlin

“Johnson, like the archetypal Pauline katechon, has been outmatched and overwhelmed by a crisis he has proved damningly incapable and incompetent to restrain, and which will further darken his already wretched political legacy.”

[Poetry] — Adam Houle

“You can’t tell / if the snow is fresh, a god-sent snow, falling / or if it’s just wind-lifted, old snow come again”

[Poetry] — Adam Tavel

“Carter gazes at a thousand shadow treasures / he’ll loot to catalog in haughty solitude / until the war, until his cancer comes.”

[Essay] Splendid Uselessness — Alexandre Leskanich

“At its best knowledge facilitates the emancipation of the human mind from narcissism, conformity, bigotry, intolerance, and hatred. All the more disturbing, then, is the grim spectacle that greets those engaged in its manufacture.”