ISSUE ONE

We are thrilled to publish the first issue of Abandon Journal (Summer 2021), featuring fiction, poetry, nonfiction, flash, visual art, photography, and of course, the elusive “Abandon Form.” Enjoy!

any moment, liminal, something broken, love2, they scanned the earth

I became obsessed with the idea of altering images to both destroy and create.

Observer of the Patient

Her brown eyes,
how a fig
considers itself.

Storm Over Pacific

A reflection on a place that is inherently hostile to humans.

First

Long after midnight, we’re talking about our first time

You can’t make them love you, no matter how artfully you betray yourself

Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.

Evan

The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.

Rose By Any Other Name

Kate Winslet always reminded me of my mom. Maybe that’s why, even to this day, I get defensive of Rose from Titanic when people call her stupid or shallow…

What Did I Mention To Ya?

Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.

Alan Rickman and the Mermaids of the Conch Republic

Sound engineers believe Alan Rickman possessed the perfect male voice. Early acting teachers told him he sounded like he was speaking from the back of a drainpipe.

Soft Porn and Cuban Pine

It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.

REVENGE SCENE

Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.

Teeth and Boyfriends

With great reluctance, I agree to meet a cousin for an outside lunch…

Smile.

At twenty, the world is yours because you’re beautiful. But never acknowledge your beauty, or it makes you a bitch.

Condolences

my friends’ fathers are
dropping
I mean dying
like flies

Street Photography

With my camera, I give and receive love.

The Bird That Carried One Hundred Messages To America

At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.

Cost of Care

I reached for my invoice, which Dr. George, holding it between thumb and forefinger as if it were a soiled diaper, dropped into my hand.

Dead History

Another image rises to us both: A man hunched before a TV, watching historical documentaries, correcting incorrect facts. Rasputin was not a priest, damn it.

oh Manifesto

The collective
failure
of ethical standards

The Rupture

Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.

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