About the Author: Zara Baig is a junior in high school and amateur photographer in the Philadelphia region. She has competed in...

I am driving, in my hometown of Salt Lake City, up Emigration canyon. It is dry in the valley and the road is lined with tall yellow...

Typography Compass Bench Rush Hour About the Author: Brian Ji is a seventeen-year-old writer and visual artist currently attending Seoul...

No matter how far Rene drove the mountains did not seem to come any closer. They did not move further back either; it looked like they...

The struggle of one who tries to keep up what's “in style,” often mirrors that of Sisyphus. Just when the boulder makes its way up the...

Damsel in Distress When the glass prison shatters  And the shards pierce skin  Your ghost will drive me to the end  Your love is a...

A fracture doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it hums beneath the surface, disguised as a slow unraveling. And, in the quiet corridors of...

The last thing we all want on a nice summer day is soggy paper in our drink, but going to the beach and stepping on a crinkly, stinky...

exhale the water My mind is full of sand. I walk home at dusk and it is like the sun is singing the ancient song of my name. I’m quite...

You told me to trust you.  You promised me.  Māmā and Dad were arguing outside, their sounds muffled as you closed the bedroom door. We...

Sleeping Among the Flowers I laid down in the field and the flowers held me between their petals. Their bodies open, soft with a fragrant...

A Loss Sitting in the hallway as I cried is where I first learned to quiet myself I was told that there was no worry That I was being...

An Ode to Beautiful Feelings is about sister duo Gabi and Giada and their overwhelmingly positive experience going to see the Barbie...

Whispering Pines Estates I: My parents joke about How I was “ a wild child”  When we lived in the trailer  Pizza box On the stove  Maybe...

A Slow Decline Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slop the pigs. Fishermen...

She dressed herself in the warmest earth tones, leaving the scattered cardboard on the floor. Pulling the screen to her face, she watched...

About the Author: Claudia Wysocky is a Polish poet and photographer based in New York, celebrated for her evocative creations that...

I. 사진신부 (The picture bride)   My great-grandmother.  She came to this country   folded inside her own dreams.  She crossed an ocean, ...

I Will Learn To Cook The internet sells fast love, bite sized pieces that taste like sour punk: electric, zesty and sweet. Like an IV...

My best friend killed herself. Jumped off a bridge on the 13th. Just like that. She rang me beforehand, she sounded happy, too happy;...