by Terry Trowbridge
Gemologist’s kitchen table:
panoply of tourmalines
spilled between breakfast plates.
The only translucent hues they lack:
browns shimmering in maple syrup.
by Terry Trowbridge
Gemologist’s kitchen table:
panoply of tourmalines
spilled between breakfast plates.
The only translucent hues they lack:
browns shimmering in maple syrup.
by Malachy Moran
Read More »so promise me that when
I die, you’ll bury me with seeds in all my
pockets
by Émilie Galindo
Read More »we felt geography’s ghosts bring up the camphor contours of our former selves
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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In need of more inspiration? Check out our past prompts below:
Read More »From September 2 to December 2 2024, we received 237 pieces from 103 different authors/artists with the acceptance rate of 48% for contributors and 32% for their pieces.
More precisely?
Read More »by Kayla O’Meara
At 4 pm
we sat in the
hot tub
and watched
the sun
drop down
upon the
frozen lake
by Malachy Moran
The city hums.
It vibrates with the energy
of desperate souls
each trying to squeeze
every drop of joy
from what will probably
be one of the last warm days
of the year.
by Alexis Clifton
Read More »You couldn’t believe you ever lived without it,
and you couldn’t believe love was ever a crime