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Issue Spring '25

"Untitled 143" by V Holeček

Flash Fiction

Space for Interpretation

by Diana Kussainova

Ever since she was a kid, Saule Sagaidat liked to be first. The first to run up to an apple tree in the park. The first in class, with the highest ...read the full piece 
"Street Dreams" by Richard Spang

Flash Fiction

Bulgarian Christmas

by Stefan Sofiski

You wake up. Stomach rumbling. Why didn’t they give you slop last night? You go out. Frost. Your trotters break the thin ice and sink into the soft ...read the full piece 
"Rippled Memories" by Hana Nekrep

Flash Fiction

Colourless Fridays

by Wera Lou Gmeiner

When they meet first, they share a dash, being red-haired or twenty-one. Next to them, a cement mixer, grazing like a cow. And when he sees her, he ...read the full piece 
"Morning" by Riya Samanta

Essay

Anecdotes and Pending Hugs

by Selene Lacayo

You asked someone to find me online and let me know your mom was gravely ill, guessing that I would like to be there for her. When I reached out ...read the full piece 
"Balthazar" by Clemens Braun

Essay

Glory

by Tanya Ng Cheong

The speaker played all the songs listed for Song Of The Year, covering up the sizzling sound of the BBQ. It reached the “Local” category, and among ...read the full piece 
"Radio Waves" by Kelsey Tran

Essay

Radio Baltica

by Olga Zilberbourg

To listen to the songs that are mentioned in this text, tune in to the Spotify playlist that the author created for you. Where does your motherland ...read the full piece 
"Rope" by Anke Laufer

Poetry

To Be Found on Achill (November only)

by Anke Laufer

the sea-bleached skull of a sheep, perfectly preserved a wealth of tiny striped snail shells from the dunes of Léana, an enamel jug, rusted, in which ...read the full piece 
"Abstraction" by Cyrus Carlson

Poetry

Makoko

by Ibrahim Oladeji Tijani

When the sun lies down, stars and the moon thread their light — woven nets cast above and below us. At dawn, we wear the skin of angels, feet hover ...read the full piece 

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