on the thirty-first of october, 1517, martin luther published his ninety five theses. his protest burned into the oak doors of a candy colored righteousness. on the third of december, 2017—oh holy night—a chapel chorus tenor in a faux dutch church fell from the graces with a nail and a hammer
Mid-October’s lock screen reads “Don’t fuck with my energy,” And I don’t know how to diagnose Narcissism. Maybe memorizing Gone Girl’s “Cool Girl” finally went To my head. Maybe my head’s Already lost. Someone give me an In-flight magazine before the crash. I secretly like th
Today, We stand on a stage Held up by our mothers, fathers, ancestors, Being watched by those to come. Maita Baba, Maita Amai, Maita Madzitateguru… Gone are the days, When other hands covered our mouths, Other voices told our stories, Other pens drew black and white lines on our maps That separ
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Gabrielle Crone Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
By Fara Ling Ah Ma, A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]
