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Oct 111 min read

A gift

by Maria Belik Maria Belik, an international painter and 2D animator based in London, UK, brings visions of dreams, love, everyday...

Oct 111 min read

Interstellar

by Ashley Hong Ashley Hong (they/she) a writer residing in Southern California. Her works have been published or forthcoming in iO...

Oct 1110 min read

August Appetite

by Chiara Stark I had a dream that my mother was hungry. The earth was covered in red skin, hiding the tender, glowing white inside. She...

Oct 117 min read

My Mother’s Closet

by Paula Ibieta For many years, my favorite space in our house was my mother’s closet. In truth, it belonged to both of my parents, but...

Oct 112 min read

February

by Blanka Pillár Somewhere there was a crossroads near the border, in a smoky child's face with round eyes. Low blue and yellow brick...

Oct 111 min read

Corporeal Memory

by Erika Marlenne Velasco Godinez My body remembers In the nooks of my skin My pores bristled. They come like flashbacks the painful...

Oct 111 min read

uncaged

by Elizabeth Butler Am I worthless? Because I don’t play by the rules? Caring every second of every day, Draining me completely. ...

Oct 111 min read

Zelda Keychain

by Adia Reynolds Usually, for Father’s Day We Suffice it down To One Tart Raspberry Pie But I’d recently grasped The value of minimum...

Oct 111 min read

watercolor memories

by Ophelia M onet when i am inundated with faded, watercolor memories of you, i find that while i am sad, the more overwhelming feeling...

Oct 111 min read

Daffodil Daughter

by Jillian Stacia If the flowers had an eldest sister, it would be the daffodil. Shooting through the earth with squeaky wheel grease ...

Oct 111 min read

I’m grateful

by Huesque Foster I tap the knife hanging out of my chest. I've warmed the length of the blade with my body. I feel an odd satisfaction...

Oct 112 min read

Breaking Asunder

by Noor Beliën The sun rose higher in my memory. Its golden streaks of blinding light make it all a bit hazy now. It’s like a transitory...