Contributions by Lisa López Smith

Issue 20 | Fall 2018

Desert Fruit

By | Poetry

I’d seen via Facebook omniscience that he’d graduated, / and fallen in love, and maybe left Kansas, or Nevada. // But then he posts that he misses her. / Even modern medicine can’t stop a pulse from flat-lining.

Issue 20 | Fall 2018

What was promised me

By | Poetry

Nothing. Bandaids for broken bones. Papercuts and pebbles in my shoe. How stars feel on a clear night, trickling pixels hand over hand over sky over sea over air, to me.