by Dominick Knowles Dominick Knowles is a queer poet and Ph.D. student in English at Brandeis University. Their areas of study include modernist literature, Marxist critique, and the poetry of the radical Left. Their essays have appeared in Viewpoint Magazine & Modernism/modernity Print Plus; their poems have appeared in several independent publications.

by Dominick Knowles half moon rising like a like moon rose, dusk cooling a clamshell of dust that settles around the earth & the dusted earth flinches. see the beveled medford moon risen like a dish of yellowed bone, or a piece of amber come loose from the sky. trace its beams past the Maoists…

by Dominick Knowles a splinter of light piercing me from behind–– i move like a humbled bird across the floor. i’m writing poems again with god’s upturned palm against the back of my thigh. a sweet wind like honey and ash coats the latitude of my throat, lungs & stomach thick with the warm syrup…

by Nikki Wallschlaeger The unfoldment continues. The pills work less and less but she still gives them her name for the system, their valiant system, her phone number, her accumulation of points for consumable goods that will outlast her. Maybe it won’t end the way she thinks it will. There’s a long line ahead of…

Nikki Wallschlaeger People get lost as they can be long as they are willing to go, and then they ask to go further. Give me a leader, they say, we want to go farther than before, so a new leader is created out of their ignorance from the deepest blood cut. New leader gets in…

by Nikki Wallschlaeger First, the official narrative requires official heroes, strong men in service to the Republics. No matter what these men must appear to save the essence right on time. The official narrative was never in any real danger, as someone pointed out, gold as a metal burns at temperatures greater than wood. The…