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Issue Spring '26

"Yellow Stars on a Black Floor" by Tania Serket

Short Story

The Other Side

by Somrwita Guha

I knew something was wrong the moment I saw the shoes. It wasn’t the usual neat line of sandals, school shoes, and the battered floaters my uncles ...read the full piece 
"Place to Hide" by Anna Major

Short Story

Dust

by Olga Ruchina

I am an archive of suffering. I’m 25 years old. Ancient, by our standards. Most of us live a week or two, maybe a few months if they’re lucky enough ...read the full piece 
Untitled by Jack Bordnick

Short Story

Promise Me Always

by Jayden Bird

Afghanistan, 2004 Nausea rolled through my empty stomach, the damp air heavy with the stench of urine and feces. Six weeks we’d been in this hell. Six ...read the full piece 
"Never Had Much Choice In It" by Benjamin Malay

Essay

The Bitter Smell of Sagebrush

by Aizhan Yesbolatova

When we approached the village, I didn’t recognize the house. It felt strange because, in my memory, it stood there so vividly; yet, when the driver ...read the full piece 
"Bird" by Vanesa Erjavec

Flash Nonfiction

The Bird Incident

by Tired Cat

I’ll tell you what it feels like to trust your associative memory and then publicly humiliate yourself with it. Spoiler: it feels exactly as stupid as ...read the full piece 
"Falling Water" by Ian A. Maxfield

Flash Nonfiction

The Malwiya

by Amro Alkado

“Wisalna lo ba’ad? Ba’ad ishwiya lil cha’ab!” we chanted in unison. — “Are we there yet or not? Just a little further to go!” The minibus rattled ...read the full piece 
"Hurricane" by Marcella Peralta Simon

Poetry

Esperanto of Babel

by Khang-Ninh Đặng

“The cliff demands a” “jump” “Highon a Saturday night” “We look through”“the pina colada” “seeking”“another country” “bombed” “Distorted ...read the full piece 
"Merge" by Rachel Coyne

Poetry

crying with an apple in my hand

by Aida-Flavia Ciucaș

apple skin.tears driedbefore the bite. seeds sleep.no roots.no rain. an orchardof silencein my palm. ...read the full piece 

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