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...

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;...

I hold the entire room in the pools of my irises. Light fills every part of me, brushing the backs of my knees and caking underneath my...

Time seems agitated. The dull lights and quiet rotations prolong, as if to provoke my hunger. Time holds a grudge; I’m supposed to be...

To My Handsome City Boy Mr. Jeremy Wittletoo 14 East Hemmingway Road From Ms. Victoria Lee Under tree laden with fruit I write you this...

The word season is defined in Oxford’s dictionary as each of the four divisions of the year, marked by particular weather patterns and...

Throughout history, brilliant minds and their world-changing discoveries have shaped the course of science. However, for many women in...

“Jan? Jan!”  There was too much to pack. Jan stood in her room, hands clutching her kool-aid dyed hair, staring blankly at the...

Sitting at my desk, I steady my hand and press down on my brush pen, forming the curvature of a lily petal blowing in the wind. I lighten...