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Sep 14, 20241 min read
the science of hatred
by Jedidiah Vinzon kahit niyebe tumutunaw sa kamay ngunit sa iyong daliri nanginginig, nananalangin humihingi ng patawad nagmamakaawa...
Sep 14, 20241 min read
a collection of single lines I have written in my bedside notebook, and never returned:
by Olivia Burgess Poetry is my pill of youth, my vigour demanding to live long in the nethers of daylight slowly, slowly...
Mar 13, 20242 min read
unfolding gently into a massive water bottle
by Aysu Naz Atalay Lately, I find myself absorbed in days I didn't want to write about (maybe some experiences are meant to be lived and...
Mar 13, 20241 min read
Speculative Lotus
by Lucas Lui You should have seen me When I was on my bed of navy-blue star flowers Lying. I was picking petals of you – tossing them...


Mar 13, 20241 min read
Windows from Perspectives
by Val Maerz Val is a multimedia artist, curator, and educator. They graduated with a Masters of Arts in Teaching for Childhood Education...


Mar 13, 20241 min read
No Rain/Warmth
by Maria Pianelli Blair Maria Pianelli Blair is a multidisciplinary artist based in Eatontown, New Jersey. A public relations director by...
Mar 13, 20242 min read
Lineage
Connected to a familial empire, Prince is the heart of my soul, & ruler of my life The last name echoed by the passer-byes. Respected by...
Mar 13, 20241 min read
the lost cause
by Sashi Tandon tried antidepressants. his ex-father-in-law said “you gotta get on with life, mate”. the lost cause is a liar and a...
Mar 13, 20243 min read
It’s the Worst in the Summer
by Destiny Herbert There is a dog. She is lying down, lethargic, being fried by the summer sun and pavement like a lump of meat in a pan...
Mar 13, 20244 min read
Insect Incarnation
by Arianna Kanji The first time it happened, they ripped out my spine. Or perhaps ripped isn’t the best word choice in this scenario....
Mar 13, 20241 min read
The Anger / The Horse / The Fox / The Root / The Dark
by Landon Habibi I am slow Like thunder. Hot with air, I hit the head. Or what about the heart? I go down, Down, Down, To strike Nothing....
Mar 13, 20241 min read
These Days
by Joy Myers Spring is here and I am dizzy with April’s loneliness. These days I live outside of love, sneaking peaks at its softness...
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