Volume 65

Haze By Zoe Crepp Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li There’s some kind of mask covering your face, But I can see that bright flush creeping beneath the powder When I tell you where I think we should go.  Those baby doll eyes, all droopy 1930s—   Complete with mascara-darkened lashes, batting themselves at me, And that pouty

Nesting By Sam Rosati Martin Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li Watch my eyes shimmer  —in the ice with you. —I want your song, your singing.    Turn the sun off, tenderize [me], lay your voices  on my stomach.    Feed me branches and twigs— splinters—   I have been abandoned  by an owl who left plastic

GROCERIES By Sophie van Dalen Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li – Kale – Pears – Yoghurt – Bananas – Carrots – Hummus – Rice cakes – Almond butter – Cannellini beans – Trying to remember what it used to be like – Walking down the aisles – With happy hunger – Your hand holding mine –

bittersweet candies By Devarya Singhania Illustration | Jennifer Fong Li there were pit stops which reminded me of a time to escape from the monstrosity of Raman’s futile attacks on the imperfect curvature transcending above my belly, as the few speared marks made their appearance; it’s a circus of my misery translated into fifteen languages