The Things We Leave Behind Fiction by Mischa Milne I drive past row upon row of golden canola fields, a never-ending sea of sunshine. I’m still not really used to driving on my own, even though it’s been a sixth months since I got my license. Melodrama plays on repeat on my way to Dave’s
An Act of Kindness Fiction by Cassandra Olivas Art by A. Quinn The night is cold, and clear. I unlock the front door and slide in, trying not to wake my roommates. I head upstairs, past their rooms. Some are skyping, some are snoring. Good. I snatch a few bags of gummy cats and dogs, chocolates,
Not in the Mood to Play Today Poem by Shivangi Sikri Art by Kathy Nguyen
Imagining Leningrad under Terror and Siege Essay by Jack McClelland Art by Shivangi Sikri In the 1930s and 40s, the city of St. Petersburg was transformed by the Soviet project ‘Leningrad,’ a new city which attempted to systematically erase St. Petersburg’s imperial past. These two decades also saw the northern city experience two of the most
Totality Comic by Victoria Fraser
Beloveds, We Wake: Juliana Spahr’s “Poem Written From November 30, 2002 to March 27, 2003” as an Anti-War Poem for the Twenty-First Century Essay by Daisy Couture Art by Vicky Chen Poetry has long been accused of being a futile genre by both literary critics and the general public. What can such amorphous work really achieve?
See You on Instagram Prose by Derrick Gravener Art by Chloe Price Oct. 13, 2014 – North Vancouver, BC (Lynn Canyon) It’s two days before I have a date with a new guy. A photo of you pops up on my Instagram; you’re sitting on the edge of the water staring into the distance. Your
Three Photographs Photography by Laura Garcia Rayo de Luz. Shapes of light, lines of darkness, symphonies of the soul. A desert and a hot air balloon. In an hot air balloon, nothing is guaranteed. Respira. Think, breath, think some more.
Two Poems Poems by Fraser Sutherland Art by A. Quinn We eat nine toffees for breakfast My cousin teaches me Japanese at the dining table. The dog sleeps underneath an empty chair. It is nine in the morning. There are nine toffees in a bowl. Kyu, she says, and it sounds like the
GROWN-UP Poem by Mariah Lynne Dear Art by Andrea Garza My heart hurts a lot. Green wax in a toilet bowl set to simmer over Christmas. When all the clouds are pink which cities get to be sad? Trees spit up pastel rainwater My body can’t handle all these lullabies Some grown-ups
Queer Intimacies Photography by Joy Gyamfi My photo series Queer Intimacies explores the various ways in which queer people are close to one another. I’m interested in capturing friends, lovers, partners, and family. Queer kinship is an important concept to me because I’ve struggled to connect with my relatives in the past. My chosen family
My lizard brain knows it’s beer he’s sipping. Instinct. But soon can and person become indistinguishable—metal and beard, the leather face beneath, his stony eyes […]
SCENE 1 An office. DANIEL and OLIVIA sit in opposite cubicles. A photocopier sits to the side of Olivia. Daniel stands hesitantly and knocks on the top of the partition separating their two cubicles […]
Before capturing this photo, I was fascinated by the alignment of the cranes and how they peek through linked cables. Initially, when I think of “lines” I see boundaries, borders, constraints […]
summer has a way of making me feel small and hard. everything that hurts does so more slowly. somehow i become my migraine […]