Second Iteration in D Major
by Sofia Vukovic Tonight no one’s the martyr. No obituaries. No donations. Tonight we try on each other’s clothes. You...
by Sofia Vukovic Tonight no one’s the martyr. No obituaries. No donations. Tonight we try on each other’s clothes. You...
by Myriam Havel I rifled through the cupboard, letting faded confetti fall into my lap. “Have you seen–” I started, ...
by Zenya Hendricks Snaking through the water grass is a maiden. Behind her, sprawled like a collapsed sheep, is her...
By Sophie Dufresne I sliced my finger as I was cutting bread this morning while making a sandwich for my...
by Sophie Dufresne Cis people think in binaries. That’s the only explanation I have for why they use the wrong...
by ezra-jean Two or more independent parties, running from the cafe to the grocery, grocery to the park, park to...
by Arshia Kakkar my mother once asked why I choose to wear the tasteless and tragic garments of those whom...
by Taro Williams A group of Queer tears hang out on a street corner at night, bored, they talk about...
by Felicia Zhornitsky the prettiest girl I have ever seen was in el parque de calwa on the day that...
by Paola Lopez Sauri The afternoon wind cradles the dust unearthed by turning tires. Whimpers pierce my ears like needles...
by Kate Ellis Being autistic and non-binary is a core part of my identity. This is probably why it bewildered...
by a.j. flora my guiding star is the yellowish hue streaming from your bedroom window and it’s never looked so...
by Eve Cable Unhoused Inuit communities have lived at the intersection of Milton and Parc for years. A six-foot tall...
by christian scott. [We swim in crystalline waters] To navigate life in ’s’ shape...
by Ari X Since becoming displaced nine months ago, I’ve gotten 12 tattoos. The biggest question after “what are they?!”...
by Samantha Lapenna I gently follow the trail of freckles with my finger, reminded of how the sun beckons her...
by NicoleMarie When I was around eight years old, I really, really wanted to be a nun. For some reason,...
by Tragash In the alpine tundra, needles of coniferous limbs only reach my chest. There’s sun on a false Mans-...
by Ari X I first encountered queer theory when I was 16 and the only trans student on my competitive...
by Nawaal Bhuiyan “What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz ...
by Andrina Andi “‘This is Love!’ is a cartoon of a heart being violently squeezed by a surgeon’s hand after...
by Claire Rachel On our first real date Second in two days On a dark bench We kissed in this...
by christian scott (@urbanosapiens) www.christianscott.ca Welcome to a new city, a place that can potentially become ‘home’ for you. Despite...