Ginny Ip I want the world. I want to swim in the ocean while it rains and not be afraid of drowning like a discarded piece of plastic dragged along by the waves, suffering until it nearly kills me and then I want to run away from the neon lights of the city and lie… Read More the things we do not know about the universe

Eitan Pessah “Léo!” The soft, white blanket covers everything the eye can see. A voice through quiet rings and I turn around to the scene behind me. The lake a frozen jigsaw, beehive, full of cracks and all, but again the call, “Léo!” My eyes scan the crunchy, sprawling snowfall landing on a shaggy creature… Read More Snowfall

Jonathan Van De Loo Here the sun reaches out its tendrils To catch the ice which hangs, off of tree line And roof above, as though a tear. Fragments are cradled with orange-amber light. Direct eye contact would not be recommended. More thorough attention should be paid in observation of Effects on the world around.… Read More The Last Sunset in Albany

Nathan Omprasadham I stepped carefully over a trail of ants, softly so as to not disturb their labor, feeling the red dust of unpaved paths kick up nonetheless underfoot The shadows sway lazily under thick sunlight, air still clinging to yesterday’s rain as reflections glint off ponds dug for those who saw sanctified, cyclical truth… Read More Recclamative

Nia My apus made me from the stars and the earth. I am the daughter of the mountains, the rivers, and the trees. I was raised in harmony painted with soil and full of life, shining like my mother’s corn, resilient like my father’s crops. I was raised in a community of peach, orange and… Read More Genealogy

April Li we are walking down húnán road together on a random saturday in july     the plane trees above us drip rain and unspoken affirmations     i am thinking about water and how this city is obsessed with it     is composed of it: húnán 湖南 “south of the lake” pǔdōng 浦东 “east of… Read More corpus callosum