Chambre Noire

by Austin Gadson Good night sweet sunsetGood morning late moon The breath of loneliness hangs above himThe blue weather followed by a sudden swoon The desire to release a sullen reservoir through his windows is thereHowever when the sun appears he shall not dare As the candles glimmer on the reflection of stained mirrorsSpringtime lilies … Continue reading Chambre Noire

Cheques & Balanced

by Austin Gadson Rich to me means freedomThe richness of sovereignty in mind and in motionThe freedom to feel each emotion I come withWrapped in the transparency of plastic Rich to me is everlastingA ravine that flowsA pleasure that quenches the soul The privilege of choiceBrings to me what I rejoice Bounded by the constriction … Continue reading Cheques & Balanced

What Cultural Colonialism and Dry Chicken Have in Common

by Ali Boivab Ammu would take the “desi murghi”, the thigh, the breast and the bone, mixing it in a scrumptious, aromatic cocktail of turmeric, garlic, green cinnamon, garam masala, with a tongue-sedating addition of red chilli powder leading to my childhood feasting of chicken curry. But sooner than later, what I considered aromatic would … Continue reading What Cultural Colonialism and Dry Chicken Have in Common

My Crown

by Opeyemi Majiyagbe How pretty you would be if you had good hair! How pretty you would be if your hair was shown better care! How pretty you would be if you could get rid of those tangles! How pretty you would be if your hair wasn’t so mangled! Don't show your hair it's humid … Continue reading My Crown

El Pajaro Enjaulado Siente

By Sandra Martinez Gelatin Silver Print Photo Series, 2018-2019 "Listen to the Cries"   "My Parents Were Taken"   "Silencio!"   "El Pajaro Enjaulado Siente"   "Mirame"   "Devuelveme La Vida"   "Don't Tell Me How to Feel"   "The Warriors Will"

Well

by Bri Watts   I placed my feet on the couch, right ankle over left - second toe longer than the first, skinny and stretched, smelling slightly of vinegar. my hands beneath my head, elbows pointing in opposite directions, hair connecting my arms and shoulders, breasts quarrelling, fighting to get as far away from one … Continue reading Well

US

by Bri Watts It almost seemed like they were standing in peaceful protest: bare, interminable, still, between white packed snow and the faint color of black mountains and mostly blue sky, a sigh of red; expecting to be set on fire - with ease as eucalyptus trees are adapted to survive, thrive, in heat, in … Continue reading US

Bird View

by Bri Watts Why they don’t wonder what they look like from the sky? How come all they do is work still? Where they learn ta’ steal from? Why they don’t carry each other? How come they heavy? Why they don’t sing like we used to? How come they can’t fly? Why they can’t hear … Continue reading Bird View