Finding humor in the irony that life tends to dish out, this artist takes her audience on a psychological journey through her emotional battle ground. This piece of work is part of her ROHIxNHO project in which ROHI continues to reveal her intimate perception of life while exposing her own vulnerabilities, in doing so invites … Read moreA WOMAN by ROHI (click for video)
there is gold in my veins;that is why i am considered a delicacy it seems not for all fools,but for fools with a fetish… they rush in my direction(simply for my complexion) and i endure it to protectthe vessel that reflects the inner flecks of delicate giltthat flake and flow beneath my flesh. my culture … Read morechased gold by Sam Park
Breaking the protocols, I enter this privileged world,Uninvited, and resolve to hang in here, just likeA famous madman who had adopted a godless religionAnd filled the white pages with sacred profanities. My condition is diagnosed as unreasonableness,And they prescribe a heavy dose of practicality;bitter pills, meant for midlife menopause. I protest,But I am pregnant with … Read moremisdiagnosis by Debasis Tripathy
Good Morning, The sun has risen again to find me laying in bed.Its rays beam through the curtainless windows,Oranges, yellows, and reds, all translucent and mystic,Fill the room with their dreamy hellos. Never seen a purer sight. What a day to have awoken to.Pure bliss floats through the air. Something good will surely arrive today. … Read moreA Ray of Hope by Victoria Acuna
Why do I live in a wrld,Where my strengths are LIAbilities?I am now the dull boy.Where efficiency is GOLD,Long work hours as currency.Tell me my input/output,I run through the motions of !feeling,Hardened by the reality of life,Beaten down by what I could never be,The robot I am. Elizabeth is a current student at Stanford studying … Read more!01011 by Elizabeth Nguyen
Boys don’t cry, only leak.the abs & chest are wide enoughto hold a torrent after every lynch.When you see a boy cry, grief has just pinched his soul. This is a sour song of dark rhythm–Its lyric is aligned with bitterness, & aches, they bite the beautiful ears that take them. I try to hawk … Read moreWHEN YOU SEE A BOY CRY by Psalmuel Benjamin
I was born with original sin.No amount of holy water on the soft of my head, couldCleanse the infinite burden of Eve’s one transgression.From month to month, it flows from withinSeeping out to remind me of the life let go unlived.The almighty father bestowed unto me, tenCommandments only the pronoun she must follow.Thou shall be … Read moreTemptation Marred the Pronoun She by Candy Navarrete
Barely we own here“Here does not welcome us any longer”Mama purged out her shuddered voiceShrinking between her thighsAre verses of fear. “Who bears the sacrifice? The gods are ill”Father spread his dying palmsLike the morning spreading of a solitary palm tree under the advice of the wind. Here isn’t a home any longer;she’s become a … Read moreTHE SATANIC TEMPLE by Yusuf BM
Spanish left our family tongue a fewgenerations ago, it was buriedwith my great-grandmother as shetried to make her children more palatable I feel it finding its way back to methrough the friends I meetand the music with a beatI can’t help but try to sing I can’t help but wonder what storieswill never get to … Read moreLost Tongue by Violette Taylor
somehowcarnations seem to find mesix feet below and behind me,in crystal vases,on the namesake of the streeton my skin,in the inkand now, in the granite stonewhere i never thoughtwe’d have to meet. Miranda Magaña is a self-taught artist born and raised in Oxnard, California. She graduated UCLA in 2021, majoring in Spanish and Portuguese & … Read morecarnations by Miranda Magaña