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
Our candle-flicker leaves sprinkle our green grass bedding. Saargillan of Many Trunks sends through his roots a message, a sunrise truth he ignites beneath the soil, an interconnecting wisdom that marks us all. Many Trunks sends his message: first, Elda and Aralu, your amber leaves weep for our f
I function in Times New Roman size 12 font in speed walking for participation points in rows of plastic desks too small for textbooks It’s a central part of me can’t be severed cause it’s leeched to the flesh of my brain like that tiredness that lies behind my eyes the tiredness that [&h
By Lindsay Jankowski Cookbook for life Imagine life came with a cookbook, chock full of suggestions and answers to all of life’s problems. Unsure how to approach your mom about changing your career? Consult page 552 on “mother-daughter conflict” for a step-by-step list. Think you’re going
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 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 […]
