ISSUE SEVENTEEN: My Salty Reels | ← first poem

and only through walking do you arrive.

J.D. Anthony

i spend a night as sidewalk another as
a name in wet cement fading to live forever
the closets in the apartment above open and shut
no one lives in the apartment above
i act like i missed it
i try to let my shoulders drop
i check my watch
an attempt at silence

gravestone i find soft with moss
the reaction from touch
— another name in the stone crushed
open and shut
i check my watch
a time that requires a call home
i try to stop protecting my neck
to feel the pulse again

J.D. Anthony tries, really, they try. They are an M.F.A. candidate (please vote for me) in the Pacific Northwest. They’ve appeared in a fingerfull of magazines such as Crab Fat Magazine, Gone Lawn, and Slipstream, among others. Contact them here: joshdanthony405@gmail.com – but not after 1.

ISSUE SEVENTEEN: My Salty Reels | ← first poem











ISSUE SEVENTEEN: My Salty Reels

Arielle Tipa
   ______

Lori Moseman Anderson
   life jacket made only of sleeves torn from cloaks

Megan Mealor
   Recurring Daymare

Sáshily Kling
   History of the Hurricane

David Brennan
   no.22 (Whiteout)

Rachel J. Bennett
   Castle bakes casseroles for the masses & ties

Evelína Kolářová
   beef steak

Jessica Mehta
   The Weight of Secrets

J.D. Anthony
   and only through walking do you arrive.