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Issue Fall '26

"A Known Somewhere" by Mahmoud El Mardi

Short Story

The Love of Cobs

by Zuzana Minstrel

The willow tree loomed over the spot I chose for nesting. I built it, straw by straw, despite having no one to share it with. At least not yet. Maybe ...read the full piece 
"Warm Waters" by Marta Zubieta

Flash Fiction

i once fell in love with a girl named red

by Liu Yuniang

Her name is 朱丹 Zhu Dan. 朱 Zhu means vermillion. It’s a common Chinese surname. 丹 Dan means flaming cinnabar. In other words, her full name means ...read the full piece 
"Show Me Your Eyes Let Me Read Your Soul" by Tuana Burçak Kahraman

Flash Fiction

The Party

by Elodie A. Roy

Every year before Christmas, Bill has a party. He invites the lonely hearts, the widowers and the dreamers of Moston. The haunted people he meets at ...read the full piece 
"Monarchs" by Atzin Garcia

Flash Nonfiction

In the Time of the Caterpillars

by Jean-Luke Swanepoel

There were four of the caterpillars the first time I noticed them. The milkweed had been growing throughout the summer but still wasn’t of remarkable ...read the full piece 
"Footsteps" by Petra Fuks

Flash Nonfiction

Barefoot

by Pranjali Kureel

Wandering through the foothills of the Himalayas the other day, I saw you. Not that I was looking for you here out of all the places, but then, there ...read the full piece 
"Going Home" by Sonal Goorha

Flash Nonfiction

The Goldfish and the Boy

by Chun Yu 俞淳

It was July 4th. I was at a party in a California garden overlooking the Pacific. Boys, loud and strong, waved nets, chasing goldfish in a small pond. ...read the full piece 
"Tape" by Hana Nekrep

Poetry

Correction Tape

by Qiang Meng

We entered middle school and mockedthe erasers as childish candies,for pencils were banished in favor of pens.Good for your calligraphy, said Mr. ...read the full piece 
"The Seed" by Vanesa Erjavec

Poetry

The Bomb Calls Itself a Gardener

by Punyasloka Mohapatra

The guard asked whether she carried anything alive. In the hem of her dress lay coriander seeds,a loose thread, dust gathered from three bus ...read the full piece