Poetry

A Lover words by Klark Janowski They paint the forest trails / to resting places, crow’s feet / for loving eyes / and ripples of a smile / like wings off your lips. They drink you in / the soil for ribbons of a storm’s rain / and veins carrying light / to fill a beating sky. They know

Rabbit God words by Victoria Wai Kei Liillustration by Vincent Quach When I first clasped your hands, I told youabout the Rabbit God; now we are in this red hallof statues and incense pots. For too long,the gods spun red yarn under the moon, but notfor us—eclipsed smiles, symmetrical skin soft—until our predecessors came back

t(ransformative) 4 t(ransformative) words by Kieran Guimond My name has never felt more                                                        minethan when you’re whispering it tome in the warmth of your arms. I hear the

Daydream words by Alexander Kolomesky In your presenceThe evanescence of thought begins to driftYou hold me tightI curl up in blissAnd go in for a kissOnly to realize it’s my pillow I fawn over amidst the abyss

Romantic words by Zoe Smith Creppillustration by Chelsey Wang I’m a romantic,And I want every desireMy hungry heart has ever craved.I want you in the bathtub,Sharing cigarette after cigarette while the glass trayBecomes muddy withA mix of ash and water dropletsThat drip off of my wrist bone. I’m a romantic,And I want each love bite

A Dating App Bio words by Zoe Smith Creppillustration by Chelsey Wang Victoria, chronologically 20.Lives in Toronto, and in the solace of literature.Likes:Yellow.Yellow sunshine, yellow happiness, yellow stars.All kinds of stars.             stars stars stars.Poems.Prose.Psychosis.Melodramatic monologues in the bathroom mirror,And the dismemberment of rotting, weeping, familialties.Over-processed, under-appreciated chemicals.Abusing volume levels via

Aluminum Rib words by Malaika Mitraillustration by Patrick Ignasiak   I, a servantof titanium skyhave ground soil to rootin rabid search;beneath the iron horizon, amongstclay-filled waves —I build her bodyout of the dustleft from the crushing of a geological age.Her gold veinstiptoe under skinas xylem inobedient trunk — fat toes clutchingloam beforeshe too meltsinto myfluid-filled dreams; Ocean, river,

Telecommunication words by Patrick Ignasiakillustration by Cameron Ashley Spasms, into you, the not-allzero fitted to onenothing you can see, you-branchof spidered out hypertextmothering yourself: silicon chips, set out to eatyour way outsidemicrovoid, its syntaxdithering off, passes through,scatters; you redressmy mistress’ eyes inliquidcrystal thinness.                    Remains slouch,half-chewed hemoglobin,fiber-optic, you swallow 

bluebirds weeping words by Anemone Van Leeuwenillustration by Maria Vidal Valdespino   The city dreams of what bluebirds are,Of shadows gone missing from a stained, spotlit sky.It dreams of a ghost slipping between skyscrapers, trembling beneath the traffic lights—A ghost building nests in the dark.Visions of a something well in the eyes of the subway-goers, the upstanding,