Poem by Hailey Jiang Bundle of clovers in my pocket, Silver wrappers in the moonlight. A candy gram enclosed in my fist, “Love, take me home” and your Cranberry scented hair flying, oh Take me home, the clovers are poking Holes in my pocket, in my heart There is nothing left, save for Chocolates andContinue reading “Clovers”
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Love in the Apocolypse
Fiction by Lauren Purnell Jonah bit into an apple. It was mushy, sweet, almost rotten. But he hadn’t had fruit in months, and Jonah would never pass up such an opportunity. And besides, Jonah deserved it after what happened last year. The secrets. The gunshots. The blood of his lover staining his hands. In theContinue reading “Love in the Apocolypse”
Pine Blossoms
Poem by Hailey Jiang O, how we ran like the stars That one lonely summer night. And on my knee still is the scar And in my chest, the light. Your hand brushed past by me And for a second I swore you were mine. But your hand reached for the tree The ancient infinity,Continue reading “Pine Blossoms”
Born from the land’s cradle: books on women, community, and the global climate crisis
A review collection from Zo Navarro A climate crisis is becoming more apparent as the year goes on. Multiple reports worldwideshowcase increasing heat temperatures, rising water levels for our seas and oceans, or meltingice caps and glaciers at the North and South regions of the Earth. Carbon emissions, pollution,smog, less green spaces, endangerment of floraContinue reading “Born from the land’s cradle: books on women, community, and the global climate crisis”
I see an apple
Poem by Jacob Jing sunday: the apples I bought for us have rotted. in apology, I chop them into squashy halves, leave them where the light can smooth over their soft skins. in the glisten of the fruit’s sandy, slick-softened muscle, I imagine a field of roses erupting over where the knife ran it through.Continue reading “I see an apple”
Darkness, Violet
Short Fiction by Odara Massey Today is the day I meet Violet Holloway. Violet Holloway is a girl I believe I will never forget. I have never met her in person, but she has an intangible magnetic hold on me. I want to be free. I want to be able to live my own lifeContinue reading “Darkness, Violet”
Entangled
Poetry by Afra Ahmad I hate that I am kind. I get entangled every yearin a new game of a new hunter.People weave dulcet talesto lure me into their companionshipfor they know I am famished, so famishedthat I keep scouring for scraps of kindness:a smile, a phrase crammed with sweetness,an act of courage;more than enoughtoContinue reading “Entangled”
Payback
Fiction by Lauren Purnell Phoebe Adams was handling her breakup brilliantly. She hadn’t even cussed her out in the hallway, or tried to key her car—and oh god, Phoebe wanted to. She wanted to punch walls and break things. Instead, she spent an hour sobbing on her bathroom floor, listening to Mitski. Then, Phoebe recruitedContinue reading “Payback”
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Poetry by Joanna Deng you said you were a disease, so you ate the oranges welaced into your veinson that rotting mattresswith its pudding pulled your flesh-etched eyes macerated above the makeshift hospital gown we cut from a linen sheet. you told me once that you hated goodbyesbecause they were like periods,and you preferred commas,Continue reading “[ START, STOP. ]”
Afternoon sewing lesson
Zo Navarro She was sitting where the sun splintered atop the newly cleaned floors, pristine, just as she was unmoving, unwilling to disturb its warmth seeping into her flesh as she worked. A part of her favorite shirt’s seams tore off. If she wore it, the rip would’ve teased a pinch of fat from allContinue reading “Afternoon sewing lesson”
