by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Emmanuel Mgbabor mama folded her body in the corner of her room, languaging her grief into boxes of prayers, a cathedral of hymns leaking through the edges of her lips like ink drops. & tonight, death seeped into mama’s room with a shovel, &...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Mark Blaeuer Men search for meaning, Viktor Frankl said. Eschew the frankincense-gold-myrrh routine. Absurdity vaults way ahead. The Meerschaum Orca wins a Pulitzer: a play unwritten as of yet. So, muse tough rhythm out like Chester A. Burnett if that inspire...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Grace Hui ‘You talk about him so much—why don’t you talk to him?’ my mother asks, and I do not because I am afraid, because he goes to the same school as the last boy I confessed my feelings to. He said, ‘I never had feelings for you, never ever,’ and from his...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Madeleine Tomasoa a cockroach fell from the ceiling an hour ago and i thought i saw the wrath of god or maybe his cousin who hated me Madeleine Tomasoa is a writer from Jakarta, Indonesia. They are the current Assistant Editor for Sledgehammer Lit and...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Akrati Mehrotra On his Sunday mornings, I bury my prayers in our backyard to remain intact while the bells toll, reminding myself that breathing can exist outside of the four walls. The cryptic of morning dew has far disappeared & multitudes of his kitchen...
by Nathan Dennis | Oct 12, 2021
Lily Rose In the reflections of the world I see you and me, In the empty streets late at night— And tho you may be gone, our love remains, a tree. In the vast, tempestuous sea, and the sailor’s warm weathered smile— In the reflections of the world I see you and...
