Short Story
by Lara Mayr
I always had a certain fondness for lists, and the security they provide. The prospect of sitting down and creating a new list never failed to excite ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Federica Santini
Buried deep you sleep under the gleaming asphalt of every downtown, within pots and casseroles of tears held back at dinner, in the purple mornings, ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Nikola Dimitrov
The first time I saw her, she was sitting at the corner of Vitosha Boulevard and Slivnitsa Street. She looked like a cast-off toy, ragged and worn, ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Annick Duignan
My name is Katell, or so I thought for the first 5 years of my life, when my world was French, despite the fact that we lived on Valentine Avenue in ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Marcus Narvaez
September 2011 was a time in my life where I finally understood what my family had been going through. My parents immigrated to the United States in ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Ansel Guarneros
My hands can tell if someone is doing fine, or not, by just touching their face. It works with everyone except with me — I think that my hands can ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Ifeoluwa Ayandele
Maami , my body reeks of grief. Like a child dragged out of a burning building, my skin sweat tastes of petty smoke, of how hope breeds thistle in ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by Francisco Serrano
When you are an immigrant on the cusp of being American, meaning you came to America early enough you end up knowing more about here than there but ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by S.A. Karpukhin
1. From the open window of my room in a St. Petersburg communal apartment, I heard the joyful screams of swallows in the bright evening sky and the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Sejal Ghia
The lake watches people loop it on feet, wheels, strollers, leashes — it’s dizzy! It closes its eyes and reflects. It hears the whispers of couples ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Eneida P. Alcalde
The silver-white adult she-wolf ran through and in between the thick forest of pine trees covered in fresh-laid snow from the previous night’s ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Catherine C. Con
I only wore that bright yellow mandarin suit once, as a flower girl, for my youngest aunt’s wedding. She was married late, so they said. She was the ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Nazli Artemia
It happened in Khayyam Street, in the heart of Urmia, full of boutiques and stores that sold fancy clothes and accessories. A year ago, people didn’t ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Chiara Meitz
It felt odd feeling nothing. But that was all there was left. Nothing. Emptiness consuming me from the inside and enveloping me on the outside. ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Trang NP Tran
I know it’s pathetic to be excited about going out with my husband, but after fifteen years and two children, we rarely have time together anymore. ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Caroline Smadja
Coming second was all I ever knew. In spite of our near-insignificant age difference, I idolized my sister. In my eyes, she deserved the best. The ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Norbert Góra
Once this body aroused admiration, synonymous with the beauty of Aphrodite, the splendor of Adonis, now everyone turns their eyes when the finger of ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by Hibah Shabkhez
Write a mémoire in your language, and have it say: “Out, ye autres who know naught of my world!” Write it in a foreign one, and it says to your own ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Mario Marčinko
“How much more until we get out of the woodlands, Tim?” Con asks inquisitively. “If we set out tomorrow morn at an earlier time, it could be in the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Volha Hapeyeva
he bought her a dress as a farewell present on his birthday whether she still wears it I wonder my own dresses I buy myself gifts are a strange ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Rhea Malik
As the sun set on the evening bazaar, it overcast the young couple’s reconnaissance of a different land. The attraction of little universes woven into ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Alexandra Magearu
I. TOUCH Touch me as softly as possible, you said, and I passed my fingers over the palm of your hand. If touch is reversible, and the skin touches ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by E. Izabelle Cassandra Alexander
Colorless syllables linger across five thousand miles of phone lines. In desperate tears, I ask on the first day, “How do I exist deprived of my ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Marlene Lahmer
How can you keep the word From being spread? Fragile identity thread Spoken into being, heard, Lingers in the air. To breath in, to repeat To identify ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Bänoo Zan
You look sixteen — are not fluent in Cantonese or Mandarin Students take a long time translating my two-word questions for you Your eyes are still ...read the full piece >>Supported by:
