Julith Jedamus
The Girl with No Hands
Fire, the Adamant
Flour for Snow
Myles Zavelo
WINTER HEAT
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• Pure gimmick!
• This, this is war…
• I have a math disability.
• She has an ex-husband now.
• We took AP English together.
• “Who are you taking to prom?”
• Just tell me when it’s sad, okay?
• I must have been upset with her?
• Train conductors always talk shit.
• I know that’s a little selfish of me.
• I was my uncle's money manager.
• He’d have puked at my poor excuse.
• Now that’s an uncle you can swear on.
• I worry that I come across as shy in bed.
• I romance these wound-up mental cases.
• My old high school is miles and miles away.
• I agree completely with the baby of the family.
• Great! I'm crying! Now! Again! Tears! Just terrific!
• I think I’m starting to look as good as I did back then.
• Please. So I can feel less alone about all of it. Tell me now.
• “Sniff some China White and then go for a jog on the beach.”
• It’s actually not impossible. I read about it. Somewhere in a book.
• We get into the worst fights with the people who love us the most.
• So: Her name is Suzette. And she’s always nervous, out of her depth.
• Her stomach always rumbles. Her diet is coffee, Prozac, and TicTacs.
• I guess his November 1991 suicide was just too much for her to handle.
• My biggest fear? Probably when I start taking the smell of her for granted…
• Look: I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m certainly not kidding around anymore.
• I’m also a little scared of people who can easily flip the switch on compassion.
• It's a wobbly train going backward – I’m talking about the brainy parts upstairs.
• “Fact: Homeless hookers make up around two percent of the world’s population.”
• I was always screaming my little head off when I ran away from my little bed as a little kid.
• I already knew the 9-1-1 buttons. She’d shown me the 9-1-1 buttons before. Showed them just for fun.
• “It’s about a professional comedian on his deathbed, and there’s so many more jokes that he’s just dying to tell.”
• Christmas vacation, sophomore year. I knew I was a young man – but had completely forgotten I was technically an adult – I couldn’t admit that fat fact.
• All I can remember is lots and lots of running. See, I was on the track team, it was a track scholarship. And then that suicide attempt in my parents’ bathroom – nasty, bloody – and my mother says I was born into this world with the common sense of a little girl.Yuxin Zhao
towards a science of haunting
T.C. Hell
Ritual poses
Colton Karpman (Founding Editor)
Editor’s Note
Dilara Koz (Art Director)
Em Bauer (Illustrator)
Isaac Zamet (Poetry Editor)
William McGuire (Prose Editor)