May 2025
Issue 24
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FICTION
Adrian Lei
Immediately, Aster shot up and grabbed his phone to see that, after he had silenced it, he had two missed facetime notifications from Linh and a text message. |
POETRY
Yohanna Sanchez
A man of many words had a nasty mountain to climb, graced by the presence of gods, a minute no more. A mere reminder of the nasty sack of clay... |
FICTION
Sophie Mirza
I anguish over death because I have never lived fast. Doll-like: My agreement to an idle existence if no one found use for me. They tied bows around me. |
FICTION
Maya Dang
It was the day when everything shifted, without warning. I’d never moved before today. Not even once. I’ve visited here and there, but my parents never found... |
POETRY
Lei Lani Daniel
I remember when she made me. When she gave me my name. She named me Jelly. Because I was a Jellyfish. She made me little Jellyfish friends. All of us had similar... |
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POETRY
Shaima Nasser
In the Beloved Community, we will dream of peace and harmony, Where love and trust will be all we see. With unconditional love, we stand together |
FICTION
Leelu Corella
Everything seemed fine. All participants were in their canoes and beginning to paddle out. It was mid summer, and the air was balmy and warm... |
POETRY
Sir-Remy Maldonaldo Jr.
In a kingdom of my own I would lay in the fields. I would not rest in the comfort of homes Nor beg pay from those who live. I would lay in the forest... |
POETRY
Kira Poursohi
On those nights When the sunset is such a bright color You think it might be alight Do you ever wonder Does the sky feel too? Are those crimsons and magentas |
FICTION
Sawyer Flett
There it is again, he thought. The unceasing knock at the door. Glorm got up from the grimy couch and stumbled towards the door, his feet shuffling... |
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FICTION
Selah Park-Manoff
James Nix dashed down the hallway as his building began to crumble. He’d quickly raced out of his office when the shaking began, knowing it could mean no good. |
POETRY
Kathryn Zaragoza-Aaron
They say the multiverse is real. So maybe it is I think in another universe you’d be a teacher, fifth grade You'd like that the kids aren’t too old for mischief |
FICTION
Jasmina Salokhiddin Kizi
It all started with Cassie being Cassie. We were lounging around the park — Leo, Cassie, and I — when she spotted it: an old phone booth, leaning sideways... |
POETRY
Zarya Kobata
I remember your soft fur and quiet presence. If you came back I would feed you canned food — salmon, I think, with nutritional yeast sprinkled on top. |
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