We are proud to present
Issue Twenty-One
of No Contact
The Arsonist’s Mum on Talk Radio
by Christopher James
It’s not the fire itself they like, it’s what the fire brings.
The Heron After
by Gabrielle Griffis
There is a photo of a heron on my mantle taken by my dead friend. Elira was outlived by the bird, Alba, so named by the zoo.
A Memory of a Place You’ve Never Been
by Rhiannon Jones
“You fall in love,” said Arabella, “you have it coming.”
Temple St./ Deep Felt
by Uzodinma Okehi
. . . Mind still reeling. Sidestepping, I’m excusing myself, bumping shoulders.
No Space is Too Small When Your Head is Detachable
by Janelle Bassett
It’s possible that I’m lonely, but not for anyone I’ve met so far.
New York State of Mind
by Sionnain Buckley
The words appear in their bubble of gray, and all I can do is look out the window again.
my weekly planner looks like shit
by Elias Sorich
The firmament goes from one Monday to the next without bothering to mention it. The firmament and I are at odds.
Self-Portrait as Recluse
by Alton Melvar M. Dapanas
In a Facebook marketplace, you exchanged three kilos of rice for a can of Spam, the little things that matter.
What I Think King Kong is About (Having Never Seen King Kong)
by Kirsten Reneau
I think maybe King Kong is about looking things in the eyes.
Laura & Gus
by Nathaniel Berry
The same way every old theater is said to be haunted, every old house in Adrian contains some peculiar upstairs closet, some alcove in a wet basement that the owner swears was a hiding place for the Underground Railroad.
Afterward,
by Sam Martone
there was a wedding every other day. All the weddings that had been delayed, yes, but weddings that had been scheduled for these days all along, those too.