Cover art by Angie Quick

The oil painting “The actress (study)” is a work that explores the performance of sexuality. The painting borrows from imagery of the stage and asks the viewer what production are they witnessing.

Comic by Charlie Chen

'Charlie' Pinhui Chen is a visual artist from China, currently based in Germany. Since 2021, she's been working in film as a set designer and illustrator.

Comic by Jake Kennedy

Jake Kennedy is the author of three full-length collections of poetry and also the author of several chapbooks.

Creative nonfiction by Tanya Bellehumeur-Allatt

I was twelve when we came home from Beirut to Canada. My dad sat in the front of the taxi at the Montreal airport, while I squeezed into the backseat between Maman and my fourteen-year-old brother, Etienne.

Creative nonfiction by Grace Schwenk

A great lookout once told me that September is the best month at the tower. I’ve spent the last week trying to understand why.

Creative nonfiction by Emira Tufo

Year after year, you live the last few weeks leading up to the annual pilgrimage to your hometown as if they were your last. The dread and the hunger kick in at twenty-one days before departure; once your remaining time falls short of a month, death feels very near.

Creative nonfiction by Kirby Michael Wright

Jetty was our palomino quarter horse, the daughter of Ol’ Sissy and a mystery stallion who’d mounted her between lines of wire in the fence line.

Fiction by E.M. Foley

Ryan suggested therapy when I almost burned his cottage down. Not on purpose, although I didn’t do anything to stop it. I was trying to light the grill in the backyard when the flames suddenly shot up from the back.

Fiction by Elizabeth Jacyshyn-Owen

It begins, as such things often do, not with a declaration but with a sound file. A voice, timestamped, pressed like wildflowers into the coffin of an .m4a delivered at 3:12am local time, which is to say: inconvenient.

Fiction by Yasmina Jaksic

Tomorrow was her birthday and, as every other child did, she would bring in birthday treats. Normally her mother made her stay home on her birthday if it fell on a weekday. 

Fiction by Silas James

i keep calling 311 about these dead squirrels in the bike lane, i keep calling 311 about these dead squirrels in the bike lane, i keep calling 311 because there are dead squirrels in the bike lane and i am starting to think it’s only me who can see them

Fiction by Ersun Augustinus Kayra

The bell on the dépanneur door isn’t a bell—just a thin metal strip screwed to the frame, flexing when the door opens and making a high, stubborn sound.

by Belén Catalán, stylized by Catherine De Sa Quintaes

Through interdisciplinary work spanning photography, video, real-time graphics, and creative direction, I create immersive environments rooted in personal experience and introspective reflection.

Photography by Clara Emery

The photographs included in Observations of the Waters tell a tale of the ocean and of belief. 

Photography by Pinaki Nath

Urban expansion is a major driver of global climate change and warming. In South Asia, metropolitan cities are rapidly growing, swallowing nearby suburban areas and creating a sense of sameness despite cultural, geographic, and demographic differences.

Photography by Avery Nielsen Webb

Untitled Data Centers examines the hidden industrialization of the American landscape through digital infrastructure.

Poetry by Constantina Gicopoulos

Constantina,
I’ll keep this

Poetry by Kathy Mac

“Words for the various levels of hell.
Words for the forest, the trails worn against it.
To name such places was to name limbo”

Poetry by Amber McMillan

Persephone is a celestial body 
in dual orbit with Earth and the underworld,

Poetry by Cassandra Myers

(Z)   my rubber bands untwirl, aluminum foil 
over the butter vortex of silicone heat 
what once was a taught plank of silver 
balloons - my heating pad a stovetop 

Poetry by Jane Shi

“There are photographs 

Of small children laughing in black 
and white that people stop and cry at
in museums but ignore in homes.”

Poetry by Misha Solomon

There are things that are real
and things that are not.

There's a choice that I make
and a choice that I don't.

Poetry by Phoebe Wang

Lying prone, under a sheet stretched
like a sigh across my spine, I don’t notice
the aching until it’s gone, my RMT finding

Translation by Mélissa Bull from Françoise Major

February night, minus twenty-eight degrees Celsius—they said on the radio minus thirty-seven with the wind chill.

Translation by Katia Grubisic from David Clerson

On the first day, my son confided that he felt like his brain was rotting. When he ran his hand through his hair it came out by the fistful.