We are proud to present
Issue Twenty-Seven
of No Contact
Stay / That Goose
by Deb Olin Unferth
After all she’s been through, does she want to go back to Kansas?
🔍 is the moon a planet
by Melissa Ginsburg
what color am I reflecting
are the surfaces keeping up
Lunch Date
by Brittany Ackerman
I have to get a sandwich in solidarity, a wordless pact between me and my best friend.
The Gravity of Sadness
by Adrienne Marie Barrios and Leigh Chadwick
Adrienne Barrios asks Leigh Chadwick, Will you tell your daughter about the gravity of sadness, or will you hope she never needs to know?
Upper Management or GodCo, LLC
by Rin Kelly
The angel was the perfect messenger for GodCo, LLC, the instantly scorching startup seeking angel-investment funding.
For the Good of the Company
by Jennifer Lynn Krohn
We imagine that it started after the HR email with the subject line “THEFT!!!!!!!!!”
Anaphora / (i will never be free)
by Esmé Kaplan-Kinsey
everybody hates me. this is a fact, if
fact: the thing you trip over
Thirty-One Light Years Away
by Michele Finn Johnson
I believe I may love the Astronaut, although long-term he insists he’s not bound to Earth, that this planet’s a hothouse and everyone should have an escape plan.
From Under the Cork Tree
by Jessica Nirvana Ram
note the childlike joy of a windows down car
the privateer
by Adrian Sobol
Recently, to abbreviate another lengthy
depression, my bosses offered me
access to their corporate expense accounts.
Word Count
by Madeline Garfinkle
He deserves to know the word count of his damage which is, if you can believe it, 25,000 words. So what? I had a lot to say.
I Saw a Shooting Star for the First Time in Marfa
by KB
What do they call the lives spent obsessing
over galaxy imagery here? I wish I could answer this
unexpected consequences of the end of the world
by E.B. Schnepp
late night reruns of 90s tv shows, Jennifer Anniston
looking luxurious in New York City apartments
Pig Glorious / Glorious
by Alyssandra Tobin
Pig Glorious
never lets his family down. Pig Glorious licks my face
Reincarnation
by Nathaniel Berry
In that way of good neighbors, the conversation ends without either of us having to say anything.