We are proud to present
Issue Sixteen
of No Contact
Grenades / Bullet
by Salomón de la Selva
Translated by Joel Whitney
Because they were like birds /
flying, the grenades—
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
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
