Fade into Memories An overpolished watch sits on the counter, an unnatural shine is present on the glass, The leather band is torn on the edges but it is not from weather or mistreatment, but from age. The watch has its own pulse clicking away by the minute. Time is still running out even when no one is… Read more →
I remember my roots – Winfridah Machogu
I remember my roots Born with my mother’s tongue in power and grace curls defined with courtesy and care, I am the Lord’s daughter through wisdom and kindness, carefully crafted under the sun— I am my father’s daughter free in the wilderness with the spirits of my ancestors I remember my roots, and will never forget… Read more →
My First Love – Fiona Corrigan
My First Love Our relationship started when we were young. Or at least, I was. You spoiled me with more than I could hold; colors, noise, glitter pressed into my small hands. Our time together was so limited at first, but every moment became a part of my core. Not everyone gets to meet love before they know what… Read more →
Obi m (a poem) – Michael Ogbuagu
Obi m (a poem) Yes, I fell in love, and dreamed that I’d end up with her, while Every breath of hers grazed my ears – imaginary, fictitious, false – but it was All entirely real to me. I let her talk my ears off, and then she slept. Resting like the angel I was beginning to imagine she… Read more →
Open Heart – Cora Van Y
meditate because it’s fun to groove with reality – Ashish Rana
“default mode network” “the sound of silence” “samsara” “entropy” “the moment” “wu wei” Read more →
The Coin Collector – Victor Torres
The Coin Collector is a screenplay originally published in the Spring 2022 Edition. It has been republished in the 20th Anniversary Edition. The_Coin_Collector_1147 Read more →
My Grandmother’s Skin – Jesse Risch
At first, she’d felt like an intruder. I’d be sitting at my desk at night and roll my chair back from my desk as a reprieve from political theory texts, and there she would be, lounging comfortably on my bed sewing hems onto jeans. I’d hear the tinkling bell of a laugh on the second before I’d put my AirPods… Read more →
planting seeds – Lexie Woodall
*When light shines through the intricate shapes of this model, a complex shadow is created. The patterns, designed and crafted by me, take inspiration from the texture and aesthetic of strawberries.* Read more →
The sweet taste of scrapes – Erin Crittendon
Cover, straighten, cut, and Hide People have told me all my life. My hair is a weapon for the revolution. A tool to cause problems. But never to be seen in a menses of beauty People say you can’t be seen by a man with that mess of wool on her head. Not considering how cool this wool can be.… Read more →