Cover art by Melody Pineda, featuring photography by Savannah Dodd, Mia Huang, Esther Mathieu, and David Swartz

Mixed media is a means to express my relationship to identity, otherness and marginalization. Through collecting and interlocking images, weaving becomes a tool and symbol for intersecting realities.

Creative non-fiction by Lauren Barbato

Wear your best Forever 21 dress, the one the feminist housewife from Beverly Hills called posh, to the office every Thursday

Creative non-fiction by Raena Shirali

I don’t remember the first lie I told, the same way I don’t have a first memory—no first impression of my surroundings vignetted, no rose-tinted arrival at consciousness.

Comic by Annabelle Olendzki

Annabelle Olendzki, less formally known as “Moowsie” online, is a queer comic artist based in Western Massachusetts.

Comic by stef lenk

stef lenk is an illustrator and writer whose work has appeared in Brick Literary Journal, This Magazine, Rue Morgue magazine and Broken Pencil magazine amongst others.

Fiction by Anne Baldo

“Every good girl has daddy issues,” Maddie says, gulping from a two-litre jug of No Name cranberry juice because she has a terrible urinary tract infection.

Fiction by Anthony Portulese

Nothing exhilarates me more than the friction of hairy legs in high-heeled boots.

Fiction by Becky Petterson

Sally brought a seashell for her first show and tell. It was small and curved towards itself like a cupped hand.

Fiction by Leah Mosier-Farquharson

Allen told her that accidents didn’t exist, that everything happened for a reason and any mistake was at least subconsciously accounted for.

Fiction by Natalie Kishchuk

Trulie felt the bracelet break, its relinquishment, pale pink beads dropping from her wrist onto the flannels she had piled as a pillow, pooling into the hollow made by the weight of her head.

Photography by Ben Erlandson

David Orr explains, ‘Bioregionalism’ is the name given to our attempts to integrate the ecological potential of an ecosystem into our institutions.

Photography by Emem Etti

This photo series meditates on the devouring nature of love, lust, and yearning. As intimacy deepens between oneself and another, The Self, as a fixed whole, dissolves.

Photography by Gage Michael Wheatley

These images were taken over a summer spent walking through the places where people used to be, or where they only barely remain.

Poetry by Aris Keshav

It feels good to get things done. In four hours of
television the doctors save eight lives

Poetry by Foster Gareau

The time is
now,
as usual.

Poetry by Grace Lau

Phagocytosis (n): from the Ancient Greek φαγεῖν (phagein) 'to eat’ and κύτος (kytos) 'cell.’

Poetry by Jaspreet Singh

Darwish isn’t born yet

Poetry by M.C. Jia

You know what, I’m tired of fighting
Modernity is mostly good 

Poetry by Sandra Sylvia Nelson

Scotland is fighting period 
poverty by providing free sanitary
products in schools and libraries.

Poetry by Tolu Oloruntoba

From the entropic raft of my body
I surmise the heat death of the universe.

Translation by Dawson Ford Campbell

I am a sieve. A medium-sized strainer picked up at Renaissance, with a weave that’s tighter in places, a rim that’s lightly rusted.

Translation by Sunny Doyle

Martha died on September 1st, 1914, at the Cincinnati Zoo. She was 29 years old, the last of her species: the passenger pigeon, Ectopistes migratorius.