by Caitlin Upshall
The act of writing a spoken word poem is like reading a recipe for a cocktail. The first time you do it, you will follow the directions exactly. – When it calls for an engaging title, you will spend hours writing and erasing ideas. When …
by Ruyi Wen
I think about death a lot. But not in a morbid way, sitting in dimly lit corners of dreary hotels, chain-smoking and muttering Albert Camus quotes. Only Albert Camus does that. The feeling I have towards death is not anticipation but apprehension. A curious nervousness …
by Elizabeth Montoya Osborne
The old Victorian house is surrounded by a chain-link fence, paint peeling, waiting for someone to gentrify her (to ruin her). I run my fingers across the yellow house on the computer screen. This is where my Mother lived in the life she had before …
by Shreyasi Sharma
Having been wary of the yellow funnel-like flowers of Cascabela Thevetia since 2003, the tree was looking radiant in the full strength of its lime-green and honey-yellow on the 53rd day of lockdown. During those days of summer’s arrival, purple sunbirds would frequent the neighborhood …
by Andrle H. Ward
Oh, how they pound, raising the sound. We are winding on a road in the mountains somewhere in southern California. I’m too young to know which mountains or what road, but I know where we just came from and where we are going. We ride …
by Signe Land
My golden retriever Sherman pees every time I approach him to trim his matted fur. It doesn’t matter if I’ve just brought him outside, or that it’s been three years and I’ve never cut him once. Though the trimming terrifies him, Sherman looks on as …
by James Cox
At the light at the west end of the St. John’s Bridge I turn right and coast down to the intersection with Highway 30, enjoying the last bit of easy riding. The 13 miles from my house to Newberry Road is almost paper-flat. The bridge …
by Greg Fulchino
Remember when we stayed inside for days while skipping signals prophesized dire warnings and arcane terms crackled across our radios, our Bluetooth speakers? Remember an unseasonable February, a mild March, a winter that had denied us snow. Weren’t we ready for a change? …
by Donna Miscolta
In kindergarten, I discover I am brown. Or rather, what it means to be brown.
by Alexandra Panic
Merriam-Webster’s dictionary defines the term “domesticity” as the quality or state of being domestic or domesticated. The definition doesn’t offer enough clarity if you don’t continue the thread by looking into words “domestic” or “domesticated.” Domestic: reduced from a state of native wilderness so as to be …