The door closed but not before I was able to catch the final and faintest gleam of her auburn hair reflecting the light on her night stand. Oh how I would miss that sight… But what was to be done? She had looked sad. Scratch that, she was sad, and so was I. But what... Continue Reading →

Winding Path of stripes threefold, one high and two stripes low Does cross hill and peak above, and stream and depth below Of eternal twist and weave, of no beginning, of ending far Of dents and holes, of prints and pieces, of memory and scar . . Soreness in feet, fatigue in legs, and eyes... Continue Reading →

Author: Lelani Antar The patriarchy is this seemingly abstract concept that creates so much controversy and buzz, it can make one dizzy. Both online and offline discourse surrounding the topic often turns into a battlefield of numerous studies and statistics molded to fit an individual’s agenda. While I find myself open to new perspectives, the... Continue Reading →

trigger warning: substance abuse author: Kira Paynter popping pills but not the fun kind take them every morning instead of at midnight slow down my brain chemistry so I don’t think stop the anxiety so I don’t think so I don’t think about how much I hate my life my feelings my brain (my thoughts... Continue Reading →

Author: Julian Shaw Moonlight bounces off puddles, casting shadows on the wrinkles of my skin. Sadden stars proudly pierce my retina, birthing an image within my head. I see the reflection of an old man, the identity of some stranger which I inhabit. The hollow cast of what once was, a memory of what could... Continue Reading →

Author: Popa Laura Last night I put my palm on her shoulder Her muscles didn't become tense like last time Last night her whole face was smiling I paid close attention - this time no trace of sadness in her eyes  Last night we forgot we hurt each other,  She wrapped her arms around my... Continue Reading →

Author: Ana Oleart I lay still in the middle of the night. I reach for the phone on my nightstand: 3am on a Monday, great.  Your heavy breathing, unperturbed by my insomnia, is the only sound in the cold still night. That and the changing numbers and dancing lights on my phone are the only... Continue Reading →

Author: Isabella van Berkel When her hands worked, idly threading and casting and stitching, the sun shone down on them. A soft yellow.  When she would cook, spices and herbs would color my favorite curry. A brownish yellow.  When my first birthday came around, she made me my birthday cake, the icing on it a... Continue Reading →

Author: Laura Popa A lot of my memories are yellow. Just as almost every kid on this planet I used a yellow pencil to fill the left corner of a blank paper. Yellow looked like a sun on a silly drawing. My dad was driving to the sea passing by sunflower fields in the summer.... Continue Reading →

Author: Anonymous The bedroom curtains are yellow, I notice. They’re familiar too. A girlfriend asked my opinion on the same ones at IKEA about a year ago. When I responded enthusiastically, she bought them. Together we hung them in her room that evening. Curtains didn’t distract me then. Not like they do now, as I... Continue Reading →