POETRY
Crossed Cables
Crossed Cables words by Patrick Ignasiak illustration by Anella Schabler yesterday, nothing quite moved, and yet, sweeping the entire frequency range, well it’s mostly semantics, but curlicues of waveform-buzz seem just to touch lines of sight, and to clarify, let’s just say I’ve made quite the mess of the sugar-phosphate ...
new light-up pink shoes
new light-up pink shoes words by Andrea Perezillustration by Cameron Ashley Mom bought them yesterday.glittery shoelaces bounce up and upsidedown every time they hit the hopscotch.my heart is full of vanilla soft serve and glow-in-the-dark pencil crayons.the lights from my shoes dance with the dandelions. the wind changes suddenly and ...
Homecoming
Homecoming words by Marie Kinderman illustration by Maria Vidal Valdespino Last night I went to senior homecoming as a college student. With my mother as my date. We decorated the gymnasium together. Handmade streamers, balloons, twinkle lights, a photo booth. I drew her raffle ticket. Gave her the prize I ...
A Scottish Autumn Wednesday
A Scottish Autumn Wednesday words by Devarya Singhania Under the Scottish August air, bathed in the yellow and tangerine of leaves, she checks the road for puddles, but is left with home’s call—a home she grieves— on Wednesday’s longer eve. Those Indian summers when didi called her pretty and troubled ...
There’s a Baby Within the Beast
There’s a Baby Within the Beast words by Kalliopé Anvar McCallillustration by Chelsea Wang For the children of Iran. I wrote this poem after I saw a baby in a demonstration in Toronto while protesting the murder of Jîna Mahsa Aminî . The protest was very difficult emotionally; everyone ...
The End.
The End. words by Rachel Suginphoto by Kelsey Phung It was all so perfect once, I can barely remember it now. Apparently it makes me stronger, “Disaster grows character” But the only thing I see sprouting are weeds. And not even the pretty ones—no dandelions, Just regular old grass. ...
all into one
all into one words and illustration by Ella Spitzer-Stephan The skin of a peach is so soft, too soft softer than mine, softer than the hair that grows behind a cat’s ear— Humanise the flesh of a fruit recognise it as something equally as living as moving as my legs—your ...
pyrrhus retires from war
pyrrhus retires from war words by Namah Jaggiillustration by Jennifer Fong-Li “If we are victorious in one more battle with the Romans, we shall be utterly ruined.” –Plutarch i love like a broken thermostat. like it has no repercussions, like we have gas to last a lifetime and the ...
PARTY POST-MORTEM
PARTY POST-MORTEM words by Brooke Collinsillustration by Natalie Song The party passed peacefully In the late hours of the night. A friend of a friend clinging to the dark, Swaddled by the door. Day breaks And we emerge From Glitter-stained pillowcases, Hanging over each other on the 502, ...
Consequence
Consequence words by Ben Murphyillustration by Raquel Lewin The haze is finally gone, Vanished with the bang of a gun And an upset stomach. It twirled and swirled its way through night till daybreak, When the crimson sun arrived again Raining hellfire down on this parasitic host. But it ...