by Shaila Sharma
There are small bits of magic woven into the fabric of our days.
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Winter Advice
by Devon Neal
Before you go to bed each night,
go out into the frost-blurred darkness,
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Call It Genocide
by Tim Murphy
For just a moment,
listen to the voice
that wants to call it
a war, that sees war as
something winnable,
even innocent, righteous,
no matter the innocence
left mangled in its wake.
Love Beans
by Katie Coleman
Leena’s coffee mug perches on the counter, telling her, ‘You Are Loved.’ But then she withdraws her spoon and angles the mug to her lips. As she swallows, thoughts of far-flung jungles emerge, where coffee beans ripen, where buildings have fans, and local people sway as they pass by arms linked with elegant partners.
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From Above It All Looks Like Patchwork
At the End of the World
by Aigerim Bibol
The world ended on a Tuesday morning. The flames danced higher as the sky was set ablaze with crimson red and smoky black, thick clouds of smoke billowing above. Amidst the chaos, Abigail and Henry clung to each other, watching as the world crumbled around them.
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