by Louis Faber
Look at this picture carefully.
They fill the streets, singing
carrying signs, demanding freedom
Read More »by Louis Faber
Look at this picture carefully.
They fill the streets, singing
carrying signs, demanding freedom
Read More »by Paul Hostovsky
It’s the almost that I love
about a gray day
like today. In weather
like this, I almost
Read More »by Ann E. Michael
In the months that are now
after
the numb mourning,
wanting nothing
no blooms, no brights,
no bourgeoning
or nourishment,
by Haley Young
“It’s just that you don’t seem that adventurous,” said an acquaintance when I told her about our plans to move into a converted camper van.
I smiled. She wasn’t wrong about my personality. She was wrong in her assumption that living on the road demands the highest level of adventurous spirit. Two years into travelling full time, I’m more of a homebody than ever.
I just take my house with me.
Read More »by Irina Vérène
meet me
under the celestial croissant
with its ridged crispy dough
and cream-colored insides
dreamy craters
perfect for scooping up space
like blueberry jam
edible stardust
speckled throughout
by Gillian Fletcher
Apartment hunting in The Netherlands is an adventure, to say the least. If you read about it online, it sounds like non-stop madness riddled with scammers, false hopes, and broken dreams.
So far, it’s only a little bit like that.
Read More »by Wing Yau
One day you’ll wake up
when the black threads of your sewn heart
entangled like chained demisemiquavers
in an epic theme song.
Up in the sky you’ll sing:
“Happiness is not too high
when it’s upside down
like rain.”
by Josh Young
The bacon and hashbrowns sizzled. The dishes
and forks in the sink bickered with each other as
they were carelessly dropped in a soapy bath.
The fluorescent lights pummeled my eyes in
sharp contrast to the outside where rain drizzled
in the dreary night.