answers to unuttered questions by Anna Feng

come.  there’s something i want to show you, helena. just a bit farther will do. past the fence where those white trumpet flowers have started to bloom and weave into each other like lovers’ hands. where spring melds into summer like pigments of a watercolor gradient syncretizing.  come. ma will bid you good morning and … Read moreanswers to unuttered questions by Anna Feng

May I Write? by Mahek Khwaja

Dear Cixous, ​       If women write through their bodies, May I write? I have a woman’s soul In a man’s body Coarse and reeky like an old footwear’s sole. ​        I have got a voluptuous soul Subjected to the burdens of masculinity. Therefore, I wear rationale and chivalry To … Read moreMay I Write? by Mahek Khwaja

A Migraine by Salma Maburya

The subconscious, where migraines start. Their genealogy is a vehicle, a hearse,  where the dregs of peace converge  to attend their funeral at a psychiatric hospital. When you close your eyes, the remains of your past – in the tomb – water themselves,  sprouting and collaging into the present. A migraine on the other end … Read moreA Migraine by Salma Maburya

While I Have Time by Jefferson Charles

I’ll write you while I have time. Freedom is In the ether and feels far from here and further than anything attainable. It’s nearing 70 degrees and these are the months where buds decorate the streets that lead us home. Petals and fresh pavement carry me far like caravans, or the sound of your voice. … Read moreWhile I Have Time by Jefferson Charles

What I Know of Love by Marie by Louise Naomie

I know love the way I know how to swim. Meaning I do not, but I am open to learning again. Love was drowning and praying that someone would pull you out from beneath the waves. While physically unscathed, I fear that the nightmares do more than keep me awake. I learned to never let … Read moreWhat I Know of Love by Marie by Louise Naomie

sargassum by Louise Kim

if i can’t keep my head above water,at least i have the fish to watch.hiding between leaves of seagrass,they dart by, free. sargassum floating above me,brown bouquets of the sea.clumps of vines, leaves,round beads of air to stay afloat. within tenderness, there is rage,though you may not see it.my fingers are pruningand numb, but there … Read moresargassum by Louise Kim

(Issue 16) Art & Poetry Feature: Reyna Noriega

Born and raised in Miami, Florida to parents of Caribbean descent, Reyna Noriega is a visual artist and a poet. As a visual artist, she recently debuted her art work at the Brink Lane Gallery in London, marking a giant step in the career of a visual artist. As a poet, her most recent poetry … Read more(Issue 16) Art & Poetry Feature: Reyna Noriega

The Ultimate Let Down by Devon Hulick 

Watching myself fall for the same traps as the people who put me here is the ultimate let down. To think you were meant to be better than them, To think you were meant to amount to more. Who gave you this false hope? The person cast in the role of breaking the cycle  Cracks … Read moreThe Ultimate Let Down by Devon Hulick 

I’m going back to Puerto Rico where my voice sounds right by Dariana Perez

(inspired by Danez Smith) o Minnesota, your blinding snow tempts us who grew up  with only a five-degree difference between seasons, but have you ever stood with the sand weighing you down, your tears of sadness bathing you and becoming the ocean? i put on my warm parka and watch it grow white as the … Read moreI’m going back to Puerto Rico where my voice sounds right by Dariana Perez

soledad a las dos de la mañana by Dariana Pérez

eyes crystalized. beat-beat: breathe. awake at the name of the lover who won’t be. stomach turning from hunger and longing, fingers furiously typing, willowy heart sing-songing, journal entries pile thoughts of pity wedded the love that won’t be must be beheaded. pull the strings towards the concrete door of the love that could be or … Read moresoledad a las dos de la mañana by Dariana Pérez

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