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by Isabella Burns They tell me that I am a woman now… Really?  Was I not a woman before?  If I was just a girl  Touched  Judged  Hurt ...

by Claudia Wysocky I keep thinking  about the time in high school  when you drew  me  a map of the city,  I still have it somewhere.  It...

by Avril Shakira Villar The light that flickers in her eyes is a mere hint of the beauty within. My beloved folk, she is the steady hand...

by Ivan Ling is in transition.   Cinnamons and red maples are being deconstructed,  having their colours paled by monochromatic...

by Ben Ramakrishnan i lay the fallen remnants of my flesh on the corinthian columns  just like you laid me to dry, a windswept french...

by Errano Erroneous With every ounce of my blood, I despise this certain duty;     but if I give up this power, malevolent forces shall...

by Tehreem Zahra My writing style is changing  I was thinking about evolution the other day  It's weird, it's really strange, I can rhyme...

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

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

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...

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...

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...