Granny’s Cinnamon Roll Recipe
Gates Annai (they/she) // Literature Editor Step 1: Form the Dough Dough is a chemical process between heat, a living thing, food, and as I always like to […]
Tag: Poetry
Do I Know What I Say?
Vansh Malhotra (He/Him) // Contributor Someone who had always been the answers to all my questions. Someone who now becomes a question mark to all my answers. Did talking […]
Summer is the Season of Breakfast and Swimming
Sean Finan (any) // Crew Writer My yoghurt skin makes your graham cracker skin look a few shades darker. Evening sunlight glitters and gallops on the water, you always […]
A Typewriter At The Crossroads
Meeting the human behind the typewritten poetry desk Matt Shipley (he/him) // Co-Editor-In-ChiefLucy Benson // Illustrator Surrounded by the typical dreariness of a Monday afternoon, Sheyanne Sundahl drops to her […]
Here’s To
Maysa Sharifi // Contributor Geraldine Yaris // Illustration Here’s to the women who’ve had their strength stripped from them, the ones who treat everyone right but somehow get treated so […]
I won’t tell you
Wen Zhai // Contributor Valeriya Kim // Illustration OkI will tell youabout the wild apple treesand how I racedagainst squirrels and antsto taste the fallen apples I will tell youabout […]
Make Contact
Sarah Rose // Features Editor John Pachkowsky // Illustration Endless night runs its zoetropebefore mea two-faced godmoonlight starlight Follow the eyes like spider websbetween four wallsin a hall of mirrorsbackwards […]
A lunch poem for Esmé, age 2
Charlotte Fertey // Contributor Anais Bayle // Illustration I staggered and fell, picked up, again.It is sometime between light-time and dark-timeAnd I sing a tuneless songStumbling aimlessly around the house […]
Portrait of Dora Maar
Stephanie Duke // Contributor Anais Bayle // Illustration personparisianphotographer.lovermistressweeping woman. one chapter in her bookwith volumes before and afteryears of work and perfecting craft now resigned to being “a muse”behind every […]
Hands.
Alden Wallace Mackay // Contributor You always loved to fidget with your hands grinding a thumb into your palm turning one over for inspection searching amongst the newfound lines as if […]