Dear Flying Island Readers: Welcome to the 6.28 Edition of the Flying Island Journal! In this edition we publish poems by Zoe Boyer , Doris Lynch , and Joshua Kulseth . Inspired to send us your fiction, poetry, or creative nonfiction? For more info on how to submit, see the tab above. Thank you for reading, Flying Island Editors and Readers
Heatwave Fever breaks, sun slipping behind the peak, earth’s brow sweating off a last bead of light. Cool air is a spell compelling me from the bed’s burning sheets to the balcony door where the silhouettes of cafe chairs sit angled in quiet communion and the dome of stars is planetarium-bright; I can almost hear a voiceover intoning, to the naked eye, Venus appears… The neighbors have made a nightclub of their garage, the yawning door letting loose their raucous whoops, a drunken belt of Piano Man . This is all we can ask of a heatwave, housebound until moonrise, then these few hours respite folded between the tight seam of blaze and black, the moon a spotlight on the driveway’s stage as neighbors emerge from the wings, mountains hulking darkly now the houselights have dimmed, and from the cheap seats, all the pine trees are waving. Zoe Boyer was raised in Evanston, Illinois on the shore of Lake Michigan, and completed her MA in creative writing among the ponderosa pi