We are proud to present
Issue Sixteen
of No Contact
Bedside Manor
by Hilary Leichter
Once, the couch was mid-century modern, but the century has since changed.
Hong Van / Hammock
by K-Ming Chang
I didn’t know what a calorie was, so Lanny explained it to me: if you input enough of them into your body, you’re pregnant.
Grenades / Bullet
by Salomón de la Selva
Translated by Joel Whitney
Because they were like birds /
flying, the grenades—
Leonora’s Road Trip
by Leonora Desar
I took the D train. Sometimes a road trip involves other things—like sacrifice.
Disordered Bodies
by Jack Balderrama Morley
“I’ve known love from both sides now.” —Joni Mitchell, obviously, after fucking a younger guy.
What A Wonderful World
by Jonathan Cardew
Every office has one: a tiny door tucked away near an elevator.
Two Sonnets
by Justin Lacour
I can take your obsession with
Egon Schiele and hard seltzer,
what I can’t take is the way you disappear
It tastes like the mouth of a cave covered
by Evan James Sheldon
I am chasing a woodpecker by climbing up a blue spruce in my backyard when a pebble falls into my mouth.
Leominster
by Carolyn Oliver
In a city not quite famous for being the birthplace of lawn flamingos and Johnny Appleseed, Hazel lived alone in a two-bedroom house.
pics or it didn’t happen
by Brianne Battye
in the too-early, I watched a milky warped sunrise
its own reflection puddled on a string of cloud
Marshall Sosby
by Nathaniel Berry
The lack of concrete information in Marshall’s case allows it to be bent into whatever shape is useful.
