May 2025
Issue 24
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... |
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... |
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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