We are proud to present
Issue Twenty-Eight
of No Contact
San Pellegrino, Room Temperature
by Doug Paul Case
The type of shit I say to J: We’re inside the poem, but the poem is a joke and neither of us is funny.
Excuse Me for Being Alive in the ‘90s and Having Two Ears Connected to a Heart
by Danny Caine
I keep in touch with most of them.
Well, at least I keep their cities
in my weather app.
Astro Things
by Chandra Steele
The universe and its fellow universes and whatever else might surround them encompass the definition of a cosmic joke
But in space no one can hear you laugh
A Familiar Glow
by Adam Gianforcaro
What is it? Not a light,
but almost. A pinprick
of something incomprehensible.
Do you feel it, this fearlessness?
Bloom Under The Subway Station
by Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan
There's a timely hand & then a tardy hand
cutting into a dank rainforest.
I Can Forgive You
by Shannon Wolf
I had a child’s cruelty when I would talk about
your brick-heavy breasts. You would say,
wait until you’re my age, yours will be just like mine.
Convenience Store Creation Myth
by Ashley Wang
Where dollar bills funnel into a subway ticket’s
grip for a ride home. Where dimes turn gift
cards into ad-libbed presents, keep an axe
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