i wait each year for the warmth of soup bowls

By Hamnah Kahn i wait each year for the warmth of soup bowls such is a morning that the cold glass of water beside me feels too far to reach out to.  the birds flutter their blue and black feathered wings  on the windows, an old song i wake up to.  i want to unearth…

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(Issue 1) Music Feature: Andreanna

Interviewed and Photographed by Joana Meurkens Andreanna is a biracial musician born and bred in Boston, Massachusetts. She has a certain air about her, when she walks into a room everybody holds their breath. She emanates pure beauty and strength. After spending a humid afternoon running around Tompkins Square Park taking photos, we sat down…

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THE PUGILIST TREE

By Teresa Fowler ** This piece was first published on Rewrite Reads**  As I think back to how I viewed my dad when I was a kid, I remember he seemed to me to be as majestic and intimidating as a Canadian Sequoia. I knew for sure at that tender age that he was the…

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mariconcito I

By Jose Useche I.  “This is a real kiss.”   He planted his hands firmly on my shoulders, and pressed against me. Instantly, he was so much bigger than me. His lips engulfed mine, his hands lion paws atop my sinewy shoulders. He grew inches, then feet, then yards over me. His mouth was cool from…

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16 Light Years Apart

By Anna Hovland According to a Korean folktale, a long time ago in a heavenly kingdom, there lived a talented weaver, the daughter of the heavenly king. One day, the weaver gazed out of the window while weaving and happened to see a handsome herder (hereafter known as “the herdboy”) across the Milky Way —…

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