by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
Summer is here. With it, our daydreams about holidays and planning the next adventures came back flying, too. (Ok, there are always there somewhere, but now the guilt is gone.)
To keep us dreaming, we invite you to send us your travelogues in form of writing or visual art or basically anything, inspired by your greatest (or not) adventures! 🙂
Let’s keep exploring this amazing planet, responsibly!
Read More »by Shamik Banerjee
The child of Summer wears a crown
as bright the compass of the Sun;
whose joyful mood coruscates down
to lighten it on everyone.
by Autumn Sharkey
Listen, there’s a sea in this shell
she said. This woman – my memory.
Beach stones shiver in the tide.
Small me waiting to hear
we look out over Portrush feeling
the sea-rhythm of the known.
by Isabella Dunsby
you walk at an angle but you won’t let me
pull the left backpack strap
onto your shoulder, you let it hang.
Read More »by Caycey Pound
Today I opened the earth. Rushed
scoops I shoveled innards
outward: a hole in-ground,
carved-out birthplace.
To see no more darkness,
I put you in no more than darkness:
I let dirt herd your blooming roots,
soil our worries away and leave
both of us warm, reaching for the sun.
by Smrithi Senthilnathan
“Ready for our movie marathon tonight?” she asks.
I smile. “As long as you don’t put any heartbreaking movies, I’m game. Not in the mood to cry today.”
She punches me softly. “Just because I love sad movies doesn’t mean I don’t know anything else. Today you’ll meet another side of me.” She winked and smiled at me coyly. I shook my head, laughing as I followed her into my room, better known as our den.
“Today I’m choosing the first movie of the night,” I declare, closing the door behind me.
Read More »We don’t have specific issues with specific themes… We had a hard time with challenges and their deadlines… But, we still wanted to give our (potential) contributors a better feeling of what we are most interested in!
So, we decided to start a series of occasional writing (and art) prompts.
These will be completely non-binding and are only here to help inspire you and to keep us more concentrated on our mission 🙂
Feel free to join any time by sending us your thoughts, words and art!
The first introductory prompt is simple. Or is it? 😉
Read More »by Tanya Castro
Read More »There was something about creating at that age that felt like fear while feeling glorious.
by Modesty Sanchez
Read More »With every passing minute, every punitive increase in temperature, every dreary mile of unchanging desert, we were brought closer and closer to our destination.