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By David E Howerton Photography by Zola Aś After morning, with crows and finchesthey looking for something to eatand me drinking stale coffee. Worlds in grains of pollentossed by windmake me sneeze. Quiet of traffic noisefills ears and my head,wind songs continue to surprise me. Broken fingers of soulflutter try to catchlast remnants of free…
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By Marta Chausee Photography by Jashan Gill How often are my lonely, self-pleasuring nights, lying next to a stone cold partner from outer space, replaced with endless laps of ecstasy? How often do I get second chances at white-hot fire in my loins? How many times in the tedious run ofmy lifetime does reality exceed…
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by Mandy Manning Greta opened the freezer. Her eyes immediately went to the shrimp-shaped thing in the baggy on the second shelf. Her face flushed hot and she touched her abdomen.When the tears started, she forced herself to look away. Instead, she tapped on the icemaker. “The damn ice is on the fritz again!” She…
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Yoonji Huh is a dedicated student enrolled at a school in Seoul, South Korea. With a strong passion for the arts, Yoonji is diligently curating her art portfolio in preparation for university.
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Human Garden Jinwoo Brian Park is a ninth-grade student attending high school in Massachusetts with a passion for visual arts. Brian’s art portfolio encompasses a range of mediums and styles, reflecting his diverse interests and inspirations. Tokyo Outside of his artistic pursuits, Jinwoo enjoys exploring nature, reading, and spending time with friends and family. Paint the Change He…
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In the Cafe Sean Lee is an emerging artist whose work spans drawing, photography, and cartooning, focusing on themes of stress relief and emotional expression. Girl the Dog Sean’s art channels personal experiences, offering visual narratives that resonate with viewers seeking solace and connection. Follow When not creating, Sean is an avid rower, having been part…
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By Radia Jamee It was as if my anger would devour me alive if I didn’t let it out. So desperately I wanted to be freed, that I was willing to lose myself. My voice broke through the suffocating silence—a scream that didn’t come from my throat but from deep within my soul, a scream…
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By Radia Jamee “Mar?” “Mar!” “Mar!” Ayla is calling. Mar’s eyes open sluggishly, brimming with tears. Her chest feels tight- her right foot tapping slowly against her left. She must have dozed off. She is still in the car with them. As she blinks away the fog, the fabric on the car seat in front…
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by Radia Jamee As Mar and Ayla turn the corner, there it is. A car idles by the curb, windows down, music playing low. Inside are faces she has not seen in years. Kai had been the big deal back in middle school—tall, blonde, a star on the soccer field. He was undeniably gifted in…
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By Radia Jamee On particularly sunny days like this one, the city tends to get tremendously crowded. The waterfronts, parks, and terraces, mostly, but not so much the grocery stores. As someone who prefers her own company over the crowds, that’s where Mar is headed this morning. It is almost inconceivable how she has spent…
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