Quarter note rest
Gap yearsignifyinga slippery head,the lost chip in bedsheets’ seams,the honest grip of academic burden—with ego death, its loss, a dream! […]
Gap yearsignifyinga slippery head,the lost chip in bedsheets’ seams,the honest grip of academic burden—with ego death, its loss, a dream! […]
I feel like —I don’t really know how to explain it, but —I feel likeThat glossy layer of condensation On a
Untitled Words and Photo by Max Lees The hunting party sets out Into the mudsucking swamp stumbling through thick fog
Words by Milo ZhuVisuals by Yoon-Ji Kweon Note From the Poet: I wrote this poem to criticize the misogynistic men
Words by Anna SokolovaVisuals by Seavey van Walsum told them to let us eat,right? How did the papers frame it—queen
June Words by Rion Levy Illustration by Natalie Song I prefer my peaches without their skins Because then I’m left
Words by Rion Levy Visuals by Kalliopé Anvar McCall we start with the icing— layer by layer we peel it