<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Astrolabe</title><description>A literary magazine in the form of a dynamic, expanding universe.</description><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/</link><item><title>The Blob (1947-Pres)</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/barber-the-blob/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/barber-the-blob/</guid><description>The blob made its way into downtown Arlington, Virginia fixing power lines and removing graffiti all the while. Such
decrepitude in infrastructure was not conducive to a good business environment.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Samuel Rafael Barber</author></item><item><title>Once Upon a Time in Hawaii</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/brownlee-once-upon-a-time-in-hawaii/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/brownlee-once-upon-a-time-in-hawaii/</guid><description>We glide to the boats on silent waves. Our paddles slicing through the waters. Our war canoes hidden in the darkness of a new moon.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Melissa Llanes Brownlee</author></item><item><title>Skin and Bone</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/brownlee-skin-and-bone/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/brownlee-skin-and-bone/</guid><description>Her toes curling in the sand, Tita counts the shells spiraling beside her. Their bleached bodies, remnants of once-living creatures, wondering if her bones will shine as brightly when she is dead.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Melissa Llanes Brownlee</author></item><item><title>Alley-Oop</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/clark-alley-oop/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/clark-alley-oop/</guid><description>The first time I&apos;d held a basketball, I was four, and my Dad had passed it gently to me. In my hands, it was heavy and I dropped it. As it rolled away, I saw people climb up from the lines.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Chloe N. Clark</author></item><item><title>EL CHACAL</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-el-chacal/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-el-chacal/</guid><description>The man in an MF DOOM shirt, &quot;El Chacal,&quot; was masked: a virus had spread that winter. It will all be over soon, he thought.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Jose Hernandez Diaz</author></item><item><title>The Fireman</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-the-fireman/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-the-fireman/</guid><description>I fell into a pile of old wrinkled love poems I had written in youth to a young lady I had a crush on back in undergrad.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Jose Hernandez Diaz</author></item><item><title>[i learned how to win in four moves]</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mccoy-i-learned-to-win/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mccoy-i-learned-to-win/</guid><description>i learned how to win in four moves at chess. i learned the three segments of every insect’s body. i learned that ms. jacqueline takes her smoke breaks behind the gymnasium and stubs out her cigarette on the oleander petals.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Sean McCoy</author></item><item><title>[most of us saw what we were looking for]</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mccoy-most-of-us-saw/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mccoy-most-of-us-saw/</guid><description>most of us saw what we were looking for, rather than what we found. i take
my grape-nuts with instant coffee. now the river is an empty bed of sand.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Sean McCoy</author></item><item><title>The Weatherman Again Predicts a Once-in-a-Lifetime Storm</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/pham-carsillo-the-weatherman/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/pham-carsillo-the-weatherman/</guid><description>Backstroking across a green screen, the weatherman warns of falling skies and downed power lines. Spleen-shaped hailstones shatter windshields and aviaries.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Teresa Pham-Carsillo</author></item><item><title>Alone Together</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/price-alone-together/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/price-alone-together/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Erin Price</author></item><item><title>Inverness Rocks</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/price-inverness-rocks/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/price-inverness-rocks/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Erin Price</author></item><item><title>I Love Everyone</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/toy-i-love-everyone/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/toy-i-love-everyone/</guid><description>A town was a kind of black hole. A street was. A house, a river. People you never saw again were
like that, taking a part of you with them, the part of you that you were when you spent time alone
with them, and no one else ever knew that part of you existed.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Alex Toy</author></item><item><title>The Iridescents</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/donaldson-the-iridescents/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/donaldson-the-iridescents/</guid><description>When we reach out to her, she clasps one of our hands in both of her own. We feel the impression of her fingers on ours long after she has turned away.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Emrys Donaldson</author></item><item><title>Body as a home for the sun</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/effiong-body-as-home/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/effiong-body-as-home/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Joshua Effiong</author></item><item><title>Chaotic Luminescence</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/effiong-chaotic-luminescence/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/effiong-chaotic-luminescence/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Joshua Effiong</author></item><item><title>[He keeps handing me cacti]</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/hobohm-he-keeps-handing-me-cacti/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/hobohm-he-keeps-handing-me-cacti/</guid><description>He was gentle and quiet until my hands filled up, then he made me his pushpin...
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Thomas Hobohm</author></item><item><title>Annelida</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/howell-annelida/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/howell-annelida/</guid><description>Will you still love me when I am a worm? I still love you. Your voice rumbling in the darkness / Your song in the morning.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Ash Howell</author></item><item><title>The Chinese Man and the Desert</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/kwon-the-chinese-man-and-the-desert/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/kwon-the-chinese-man-and-the-desert/</guid><description>Idioms were a topic of conversation but not the reason people spent money on the app. The people on the app were lonely. Twenty dollars an hour was not bad for a cure.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Christine Kwon</author></item><item><title>Wedding ring is to take off as crash is to land</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mann-wedding-ring-is-to-take-off/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mann-wedding-ring-is-to-take-off/</guid><description>I want time. I need soap. The ring is not dirty. It’s stuck. Fingers swell with ennui after marriage.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Shannan Mann</author></item><item><title>Woodland Wisdom Tooth</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/niespodziany-woodland-wisdom-tooth/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/niespodziany-woodland-wisdom-tooth/</guid><description>An ancient bird broke away from the brigade and snuck in / to watch a film on trees.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Benjamin Niespodziany</author></item><item><title>I Asked Pain Its Address,</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/singh-i-asked-pain/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/singh-i-asked-pain/</guid><description>Here, the pain says and points to my leg like a child unsure of where the Arctic might be on a map.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Ashish Kumar Singh</author></item><item><title>For Sentimentality</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/subramanian-for-sentimentality/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/subramanian-for-sentimentality/</guid><description>On a June night when the south-westerly monsoon winds bring drizzles to Mahrashtra, my father asks if we must call my grandfather. I immediately agree.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Sneha Subramanian Kanta</author></item><item><title>Time and Tides</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/victoria-time-and-tides/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/victoria-time-and-tides/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Ojo Victoria</author></item><item><title>Sealsong in Cryosleep</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/calabria-sealsong-in-cryosleep/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/calabria-sealsong-in-cryosleep/</guid><description>Which is why you whisper the story your mother used to sing before sleep, glow-in-the-dark stars like phosphorescence across the ceiling as you half-dreamed the story about an almost forgotten ancestor, shipwrecked at sea.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Erin Calabria</author></item><item><title>Where the light, think of it, covers everything</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-where-the-light/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/diaz-where-the-light/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>James Diaz</author></item><item><title>Melanin No. 1</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/jain-melanin-no-1/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/jain-melanin-no-1/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Arihant Jain</author></item><item><title>Melanin No. 6</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/jain-melanin-no-6/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/jain-melanin-no-6/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Arihant Jain</author></item><item><title>A Guide to Burning Bridges</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/wair-a-guide-to-burning-bridges/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/wair-a-guide-to-burning-bridges/</guid><description>Structural design: Made of two-by-fours and broken promises, it was built on shifting ground. The burning: After staying silent for so long, you finally find your voice, and your words are enough to set the fire.
</description><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Claudia Wair</author></item><item><title>Wingspread (Letter to Yanyi)</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/astra-wingspread/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/astra-wingspread/</guid><description>How mysterious and almost divine it feels to be capable of sending through words the understanding of emotions across space and time.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>lae astra</author></item><item><title>The Gentrification of Rocket Falls</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/barnes-the-gentrification-of-rocket-falls/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/barnes-the-gentrification-of-rocket-falls/</guid><description>Our houses didn&apos;t like this man either. We knew the signs of repulsion and fear, the way their siding shivered and shutters clanged shut.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Amy Barnes</author></item><item><title>Skim</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/cavar-skim/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/cavar-skim/</guid><description>Sometimes I feel like this, like my inside-body is going to pop out of my outside-body, because the inside is too sour to keep in.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>[sarah] Cavar</author></item><item><title>The Sound of a Door Opening in the Forest</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/nasir-the-sound-of-a-door/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/nasir-the-sound-of-a-door/</guid><description>There was something calming about the totality of the fog, its constant movement appearing as unchanging stillness. It looked like the landscape of a dream.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Jaye Nasir</author></item><item><title>The Unicorn in Captivity</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/sheffer-the-unicorn-in-captivity/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/sheffer-the-unicorn-in-captivity/</guid><description>Now the trumpets of battle blare; the castle is under siege. The young queen thinks: the unicorn is me; treasured, trapped but able to see beyond its flimsy cage.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Marguerite Sheffer</author></item><item><title>Life Cycle</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/wheeler-life-cycle/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/wheeler-life-cycle/</guid><description>At the school, kids would sometimes sneak looks inside each other&apos;s cavities, carefully cracking the little doors open just a sliver, not wanting the animals to escape before full gestation.
</description><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Max Wheeler</author></item><item><title>Date Night</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/campbell-date-night/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/campbell-date-night/</guid><description>Neither Audrey nor Nick could have imagined that after spending decades on the moon, they&apos;d one day be sitting together in a cozy French restaurant in Orlando.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Tara Campbell</author></item><item><title>Urn Skin</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/erickson-urn-skin/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/erickson-urn-skin/</guid><description>As a boy I fell inside of a shape. The villagers set out their rescue / pants and sharpened their knives, but who could say what / constitutes dimension?
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>william erickson</author></item><item><title>Intergenerational</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/karan-intergenerational/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/karan-intergenerational/</guid><description>Scientists had shone a light on a squirm with one hand, and pronged them with the other. The worms wound into tight coils.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Lesh Karan</author></item><item><title>Waiting for Motherhood</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mann-waiting-for-motherhood/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mann-waiting-for-motherhood/</guid><description>You eat a whole cherry pie as big as your entire hand. You feel her dance inside you on Sunday afternoons.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Shannan Mann</author></item><item><title>Pachisi</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/pattnaik-pachisi/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/pattnaik-pachisi/</guid><description>Curiously, pieces are in four colors. But always numbering sixteen. Any similarities to pairs of eyes, ears, lips, wrists, breasts, shoulders, hips and legs, also count of sixteen, purely coincidental.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Mandira Pattnaik</author></item><item><title>O’Gallivan on the Mountain</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/ramil-o-gallivan-on-the-mountain/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/ramil-o-gallivan-on-the-mountain/</guid><description>In his 28th year of research, he met a cow named Cass. Cass was a Braunvieh and her favourite time of the year was late March, when it wasn’t too cold or too hot and the lilies were blooming.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Marina Ramil</author></item><item><title>Sunset Apartments</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/zeller-sunset-apartments/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/zeller-sunset-apartments/</guid><description>I wish I could tell you the dead and gone are younger now, healthier, or stronger, but my impression is that, if anything, they have grown older, smaller, and weaker.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Addison Zeller</author></item><item><title>Oh Me Oh My Oh</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/amelia-k-oh-me-oh-my-oh/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/amelia-k-oh-me-oh-my-oh/</guid><description>In the girl&apos;s first snow—nearly 2 feet—her grandpa held her in a white blanket. What is this? she asks, flipping through her baby book.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Amelia K.</author></item><item><title>Nothing Buried Won&apos;t Reveal</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/balaskovits-nothing-buried/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/balaskovits-nothing-buried/</guid><description>When Mary&apos;s swollen belly produced a stone, we wept with her and submerged it underways, so none of us would have to look at it again.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>A.A. Balaskovits</author></item><item><title>Reconciliation</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/dash-reconciliation/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/dash-reconciliation/</guid><description>Night after night, I find music in the elegance of sine waves coursing their choral prelude across the display.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Satya Dash</author></item><item><title>The Destination</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/kamins-the-destination/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/kamins-the-destination/</guid><description>I woke to an empty bed and walked outside to find him staring at the sky. “Are we on the moon?” he asked as I came up beside him.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Heather Kamins</author></item><item><title>The Last Library</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/lofflin-the-last-library/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/lofflin-the-last-library/</guid><description>He sometimes finds the tops of poles spiking up from the earth, their cracked insulators bleached white like knuckle bones. He marks them on his map. He marks the map again when they disappear.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Joshua Jones Lofflin</author></item><item><title>On Your Twenty-Sixth Birthday, You Receive Twenty-Six Instructions:</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/walsh-twenty-sixth-birthday/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/walsh-twenty-sixth-birthday/</guid><description>There should be fairies looking for you. Tie a red ribbon to your bed when you are ready to talk to them.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Erika Walsh</author></item><item><title>Late Afternoon, National Gallery</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/zhu-late-afternoon-national-gallery/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/zhu-late-afternoon-national-gallery/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Grace Zhu</author></item><item><title>The Basics of Owl Keeping</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/gallagher-basics-owl-keeping/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/gallagher-basics-owl-keeping/</guid><description>We scattered the carcasses on the floor and waited. As usual, it felt ridiculous at first, and a couple minutes in we nearly gave up, sure it wouldn’t work this time.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Joe Gallagher</author></item><item><title>This Is What Always Happens</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mitchell-this-is-what-happens/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mitchell-this-is-what-happens/</guid><description>She gazes into the dark expanse. Outer space. Time occurs in the form of a distant star—a white, shimmering speck. She pinches it between her fingers and pulls.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Khalid Mitchell</author></item><item><title>She seemed to be living in an autumn dream</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/novikova-living-autumn-dream/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/novikova-living-autumn-dream/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Irina Tall Novikova</author></item><item><title>Pancakes</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/wallace-pancakes/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/wallace-pancakes/</guid><description>One morning I went into the bathroom to find three hair dryers lined up across the counter. Like I said, the house had accumulated a lot of crap over the years. Who needs three hair dryers?
</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Laura K. Wallace</author></item><item><title>Proximity to Life</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/zhang-proximity-to-life/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/zhang-proximity-to-life/</guid><description>These days, we work with our Glasses, eat with our Glasses, and rest with our Glasses from the safety of the house.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Lucy Zhang</author></item><item><title>A Little Dirt Between Our Toes</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/eccles-a-little-dirt/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/eccles-a-little-dirt/</guid><description>There was a time when this ship was bright and lively with the business of living. There was a mission.
</description><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Lindsey Godfrey Eccles</author></item><item><title>Light of My Life</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/li-light-of-my-life/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/li-light-of-my-life/</guid><description>We grab coffee. She’s a physicist. Light is a particle, etching our each encounter on speckled film.
</description><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Ian Li</author></item><item><title>Cooking with My Father</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/litvinchuk-cooking-with-my-father/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/litvinchuk-cooking-with-my-father/</guid><description>Luk was to be grated with spunk, vigor, anger— you did it fast enough if you clipped your thumb’s knuckle—
</description><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Svetlana Litvinchuk</author></item><item><title>Light: Other</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/yap-light-other/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/yap-light-other/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2024 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Jacelyn Yap</author></item><item><title>Self-hypnosis, or Dig Deep In There Until the Bottom of the Ocean of Your Childhood</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/bellas-self-hypnosis/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/bellas-self-hypnosis/</guid><description>I see her hands cup a grasshopper. I see her sweep with pine needle brooms. Can you smell the lilacs, purple and white?
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Georgia Bellas</author></item><item><title>I Threw the Warthog Away</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/buschi-warthog/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/buschi-warthog/</guid><description>She found it in the trash next to a table covered with cards. “You are so mean,” she said.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Mary Lou Buschi</author></item><item><title>Choices &amp; Connections - the Game of Life</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mihm-choices-connections/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mihm-choices-connections/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Angela Mihm</author></item><item><title>Treehouse</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/mihm-treehouse/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/mihm-treehouse/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Angela Mihm</author></item><item><title>Goatboy</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/murphy-goatboy/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/murphy-goatboy/</guid><description>We’re mooing and braying with laughter, moving in slo-mo, such fun. His little jeans, his striped t-shirt over his drumlike child’s tummy.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Devan Murphy</author></item><item><title>The Day of the Great Release</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/richardson-great-release/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/richardson-great-release/</guid><description>Sometimes this terrified love swooped inches from your face, and you wondered if it would peck your eyes out. Who kept these birds? Why did they?
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Jessica Richardson</author></item><item><title>interlude</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/steve-interlude/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/steve-interlude/</guid><description>one out of season morning, we went out looking for a name. We did not know where names make their lairs, whether they favour rock, dirt, twigs, or wires.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Robin Steve</author></item><item><title>Skyberries</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/wessel-skyberries/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/wessel-skyberries/</guid><description>If Erd can translate either “Earth” or “ground,” does German also have one single word for English “sky” and “Heaven”?
</description><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Geoffrey Wessel</author></item><item><title>They Buried Their Dead in Sitting Posture</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/dowd-they-buried-their-dead/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/dowd-they-buried-their-dead/</guid><description>The clouds are sparse, and trees shift almost imperceptibly beneath their foliage as if to reject the advances of a late noon breeze.
Everything is yellow.
A vulture mutes atop a tree.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Eli Dowd</author></item><item><title>Sometimes You Can’t Help but Feel Like He Does These Things on Purpose</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/lappin-sometimes-you-cant-help/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/lappin-sometimes-you-cant-help/</guid><description>Flames lick his arms and legs like an over-enthusiastic puppy. He’s broken the fire alarm with a broom—
</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Carter Lappin</author></item><item><title>Annual Review</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/ross-annual-review/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/ross-annual-review/</guid><description>You could have put in an escalator. 
Or better yet, you could have invented an elevator. 
That would have been Exceptional.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Shana Ross</author></item><item><title>Sorrow for Youth</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/un-sorrow-for-youth/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/un-sorrow-for-youth/</guid><description>There’s no one else in the beach parking lot.
You turn off the engine and the silence rushes in but for the hum in her throat, the tick of the engine cooling.
</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Guan Un</author></item><item><title>gathering</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/yskamp-gathering/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/yskamp-gathering/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Amanda Yskamp</author></item><item><title>The Old Village Brings Memories</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/arowolo-the-old-village-brings-memories/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/arowolo-the-old-village-brings-memories/</guid><description>&amp; i, light as a dry log, would take down cocoa pods, / guavas, bananas, &amp; green mangoes. / &amp; back in the kitchen, she would be there
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arowolo</author></item><item><title>Katsu</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/capps-katsu/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/capps-katsu/</guid><description>When in Spring semester the breeze from cherry and apple blossoms would blow through the classroom he was first to sense it, and by the wordlessness of his example garnered participation points.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>David Capps</author></item><item><title>In Which No One&apos;s Swallowed</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/kirby-in-which-no-ones-swallowed/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/kirby-in-which-no-ones-swallowed/</guid><description>A whale waits, eager as sin.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Stefanie Kirby</author></item><item><title>silica</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/liu-silica/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/liu-silica/</guid><description>i have an impression, deep green: silicon chips bearing microcosm cities, projecting glitter onto a plastic heavens.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Emily O Liu</author></item><item><title>For Clark</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/petri-for-clark/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/petri-for-clark/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Eden Petri</author></item><item><title>EALÁT</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/singh-ealat/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/singh-ealat/</guid><description>Only in an American pool, did I find myself floating like a leaf baying— what a beautiful thing it is when you drown yourself and come up, a dolphin more, less human.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Shalini Singh</author></item><item><title>The Waiting Room At The End of the Universe</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/tucker-the-waiting-room/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/tucker-the-waiting-room/</guid><description>Children here sometimes age in reverse. I once saw a toddler fold into an old
man between triage and discharge.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Veronica Tucker</author></item><item><title>babel</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/walker-babel/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/walker-babel/</guid><description>At first we kept close track of each unspent word, watching our hoard grow and grow, building more boxes and stacking them higher and higher, full of the unsaid, but always close at hand in case we needed them.
</description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Laura Walker</author></item><item><title>Nine</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/arslanoglu-nine/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/arslanoglu-nine/</guid><description>You try to picture your dad at your height, going down slides at the playground and chasing dogs and learning about multiplication. You think of your mom as a bride, leaving her family behind.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Didem Arslanoglu</author></item><item><title>Elegy for a Grown World</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/c-elegy-for-grown-world/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/c-elegy-for-grown-world/</guid><description>How I love you in reverse—before taxes and tallness, before towers, and bricks like loose teeth, raining on a parade.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Vikki C.</author></item><item><title>Under the Sea</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/dailey-under-the-sea/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/dailey-under-the-sea/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Lisa Dailey</author></item><item><title>The Angel of History</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/do-angel-of-history/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/do-angel-of-history/</guid><description>This time, we have lunch in Menlo Park, we chase after the morning Caltrain and make it by the last second, and we end up all the way in San Francisco where the sunshine’s the same but the wind feels just a little closer, and cooler.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Binh Do</author></item><item><title>She Had Her Head in the Attic</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/lin-she-had-her-head/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/lin-she-had-her-head/</guid><description>Unprompted, she began rattling off the names and numbers of florists in town: a Rose and a Violet and a Lily, a Daisy and a Jasmine, her head still missing from plain view.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Susan L. Lin</author></item><item><title>The Field of my Person, A Thing to be Conquered</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/samuel-field-of-my-person/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/samuel-field-of-my-person/</guid><description>I am raised in a vernacular that pays homage to grief &amp;amp; the unceded land of self. / the many acres of the body we held against colonial invasion.
</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><author>Nnadi Samuel</author></item><item><title>Honeysuckle; From Lugard&apos;s white, scented Hands</title><link>https://astrolabe.ooo/samuel-honeysuckle/</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://astrolabe.ooo/samuel-honeysuckle/</guid><description>at the porch yard, my roommate pokes the brown music of a flower &amp;amp; calls it nectar: / its thick, sugary resin spilling from the white, scented hand of a tulip plant, like wasteful dialect.
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