Author: Mika Sastrokarijo The same meaning, yet different feelings they give you. Not orange, but also not red. When we close our eyes, do we only experience darkness or is there still a little yellow? Seen and recognized dominantly through spring and summer, and hiddenly present in fall and winter. It’s either experiencing the comfort... Continue Reading →

Author: Hugh Raggett A writer sat in a quiet corner, pencil twirling between their fingers. Their eyes mechanically read and re-read a short list of points scribbled across a sheet ripped from one of their many notebooks. Above the list was the title, Yellow. The points beneath read,  -yellow objects: taxi (not in NL), yellow... Continue Reading →

The woods by my childhood home are host to something rotten.  When I was younger and still incredibly scared of the dark, I would take the long way home from football practice during autumn and winter - across the train tracks, and past the wheat fields - because the sun would set at 5 pm... Continue Reading →

Author: Valérie Dear Corona, I don't really know how to put it,  but I think it is the best for both of us if our paths separate. Our relationship has been rocky and intense from the start.  In fact, I don't even know if we were ever ‘together’.  Suddenly you made your entrance and to... Continue Reading →

Author's note: I asked for this paragraph to be placed above the story, as I would like to clarify some things before you read this blasphemous brainchild of mine. Firstly, I wrote this story with no specific version of an all knowing and all mighty being in mind. So whether you believe in God, Allah,... Continue Reading →

By Kinan Aldaioub (IRO) If I looked at you, I have already written my poem on your face Yet they could not make it more beautiful than it is And if I heard your voice I desire for the silence of forever So that only it can echo inside me … You sat on the... Continue Reading →