Issue: NiftyLit #26

Jessica Bakar

My arms were already burning when she asked if I knew what love meant. I opened my mouth, but there were only pins. Nightmares and ugly dogs. I said I only love things I shouldn’t. 

McKenna Wilds

"I no longer care what constellations / people make out of me. / Tell your stories. For I am / stars, auroras, and wildflowers."

Carol Willis

Your tennis match is over. The late afternoon sun has already dipped behind the hills, and during the last part of the match, the trajectory of the ball over the net had been hard to follow in the shadows.