by Ainsley Dodson
well my mother?
she was born here
she was born with a hernia
that’s not a metaphor
Tag: humanity
A Cold Morning
by Curt Hill
Another cold morning here.
I think of the unhoused,
Where do they go as the temperature
drops and the rains come?
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Submissions to our webzine are officially open again!
We invite you to send us your contribution to wonder in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything up until May 5 2025.
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Submissions to our webzine are officially reopened!
We invite you to send us your contribution to wonder in the form of writing or visual art or basically anything up until December 2 2024.
Find the guidelines here.
In need of more inspiration? Check out our past prompts below:
Read More »A Wing-stroked Spectacle
by Daniel Moreschi
Segmented sets of starlings sharply elevate
towards candescent skies, suspend, then circulate
in sync. Their wingspans whisper sunset symphonies
while manifesting silhouetted symmetries.
Clay figures
by Kyla-Yến Huỳnh Giffin
The snow falls, but it doesn’t land.
The roads scream when I drive over them.
Birds waltz over power lines and take dust baths in the ground-up concrete.
I grow a plant indoors that knows nothing of how much of the earth is no longer alive.
This world so rarely makes sense.
Surely we’re all just pretending to understand it?
Surely we’re all just acting as if we’ve got it under control?
Belongingness
by Michael Shoemaker
When our eyes meet
sheer innocence
magnificence
tenderness
fearless
finds.
A Call for People
by Avril Shakira Villar
Will you take a moment to look around you?
Countless of injustice stories to be told in this little town.
Read More »The Bus
by Jessica Tan
The long, yellow bus screeches to a halt next to the curb as you lift your eyes up, watching the doors fan open for the first time this fall. You spent all morning organizing your school supplies, thinking of what your new schedule would be like. But first, you have to make the journey there. And if you had it your way, you would drive there yourself. If you were old enough.
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