We pulled apart the dried up wishbone on the last day of August after our bags were packed for parting. Time ebbed and flowed through …
magic by Mehr Juneja
“do you believe in magic?” “no. i believe in art.” oh art, what a spectacular enigma you exist as. you are described almost perfectly with …
Twenty-first by Amy Lauren Jones
On the picnic blanket under the oak tree my father turned to me and said: “We hope you always come back here,” where the shade …
The Slow Crawl Home by Ionne Gagui
So close to the beginning, The place that’s just your own, And time seems to be expanding When you’re on the slow crawl home. The …
Dusk by Monica Beaujon
Devilish dreams decide where I will travel, what I will accomplish there. I knew the light was a lie from the day I glimpsed what …
The Defining Edges of Home by Shivangi Sikri
Cracks, corners and any other obliging cavities in the walls provide safe haven to mischievous memories that are best harboured by the dark, allotted accommodation …
Love Story by Jasmina Kuenzli
The last time they told A story like ours The world was built around Brooches, jewels, and silks We wore armor, wielded daggers And sharpened …
It Was a Wednesday by Olivia Punch
I lit my cigarette, left the front door open and stood on the porch the kitchen light spilled onto my bare feet and I watched …
Vices by Moyurie Som
I quit smoking. A lot like I quit you a few days back. I still remember the day you held my fingers and slipped one …