We are writing to share that the time has come for us to stop publishing at Dismantle Magazine.

The night I was sexually assaulted, I was wearing a pale blue dress. It was a satin wraparound slip, purchased three years prior from H&M.

How will I ever get through it all? she wondered. It was just her. There were no siblings to help, no other parent or auntie to come in and dig through everything. It felt insurmountable. But she had faced much worse.

"Our family car treads/ Steadily northward/ As I count/ Dead animals that/Litter the highway." Three poems & an essay on being an Indigenous poet.

If all went well, this final appointment of the day would be quick and routine...But the moment you have that thought on a Friday afternoon is when everything goes awry.

I’d seen those colorful curlicue wisps somewhere before. Maybe as far back as my childhood. Wallpaper? A notebook cover?

Art transforms my world into an enormous one, even if I don’t leave my couch.