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Issue Fall '26

"Energy" by Vanesa Erjavec

Short Story

The Things Our Parents Teach Us

by Olivia Samur

My mother always said, “No hagas papelón.” Don’t make a scene. Don’t embarrass yourself. Don’t give people something to talk about. She said it in the ...read the full piece 
"Altruism" by Panait David

Short Story

Hummingbird

by Rachel Huh

Before She recites the story of how I became hers. I was in the middle of cooking, she tells me in Korean as she taps out a beat on the steering ...read the full piece 
"Runny Eye" by Anna Kohlweis

Flash Fiction

Everything Finds Its Tin

by Xheni Kapllani

How alike they are: biscuits and threads, needles and butter, loneliness and sugar, boxes and houses. Tights clumped together resemble feelings, ...read the full piece 
"Going Home" by Sonal Goorha

Flash Nonfiction

The Goldfish and the Boy

by Chun Yu 俞淳

It was July 4th. I was at a party in a California garden overlooking the Pacific. Boys, loud and strong, waved nets, chasing goldfish in a small pond. ...read the full piece 
"Monarchs" by Atzin Garcia

Flash Nonfiction

In the Time of the Caterpillars

by Jean-Luke Swanepoel

There were four of the caterpillars the first time I noticed them. The milkweed had been growing throughout the summer but still wasn’t of remarkable ...read the full piece 
"Footsteps" by Petra Fuks

Flash Nonfiction

Barefoot

by Pranjali Kureel

Wandering through the foothills of the Himalayas the other day, I saw you. Not that I was looking for you here out of all the places, but then, there ...read the full piece 
"Stress Lines" by Em Harriett

Poetry

(new year as hunger, as hands, as a house with no doors)

by Thái Nguyễn Đăng Khoa

i. the elephant in the room at dinner, we eat in silence,on plates older than us, as father’s cigarette glowslike embers, its smoke pressing the ...read the full piece 
"The Seed" by Vanesa Erjavec

Poetry

The Bomb Calls Itself a Gardener

by Punyasloka Mohapatra

The guard asked whether she carried anything alive. In the hem of her dress lay coriander seeds,a loose thread, dust gathered from three bus ...read the full piece