By Tamarah Rockwood Look: it ripples upon the water, this crumbled moon. Drowning in a shoreline pocked with decayed pilings, Against the abandoned building garland in graffiti, Among the ruins of the mill market unfurled and unfettered In the surge of mortality — there; the heron steps. The overly grayed fisherman who rises with the … More The Starless River
By Shambhavi Kalash i don’t own anything in redno jewels, no scarf, no lipstick, no threadmy eyes turn from bridal gleami don’t know how to respondwhen you call for me every yearlike traditionyou make me sit downand watch the sun seepinto a living roomthat belongs to neither younor to me you don’t say anythingbut i … More Red
By Joseph Cerra A neon sign blinking “BAR” hung outside but everyone called it the Oak Room. Patrons professed this started as a joke, an irony, a way of saying the old joint in no way resembled The Plaza. Yet a faded grandeur pervaded. Perhaps customers of an earlier era coined the name in genuine … More The Oak Room
By Lavanya Malhotra She is soaring through the woods, chapped goat feet noiseless over the carpet of pine needles. Doe eyes and pink cheeks, dreadfully wise, a fiery glowing Atalanta. That is how I remember Manisha. Carrying my baby brother securely in her arms as she scrambles up and down the undergrowth of the Dharamshala … More A Friend, a Face, and a Name
By Natalia Baronina Earth is a living organism. As she orbits the sun and rotates on her axis, she wakes up with the first light, and the flora and fauna come to life. And as she submerges into the darkness, she falls asleep under the stars, extending an invitation to dream. When Earth wakes up, … More The Price of Plastic
By Patrick Dunn When I was thirteen years old, Mom and Dad never stopped screaming, blaming me for their disaster marriage. It wasn’t my fault Dad had a gambling addiction. It wasn’t me who convinced Mom to day-trade our savings away. I had endless escape-fantasies. When Grandma called and asked me to spend … More Grandma
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