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An ode to my heritage by Snigdha Garud

December 24, 2022

We always sit among the flowers, bougainvillea and mogra drenched with dreams.

December 20, 2022

He had nicknames for all his grandkids (e.g. Jake the Snake for yours truly) and spent weekends on various sidelines rooting for them.

December 20, 2022

We cleaned and prepped by florescent light, bound by our own reflections.

December 16, 2022

Emil DeAndries masterfully weaves together music, sports, and friendship in his engaging novel, Tell Us When to Go.

December 13, 2022

Let my heart be a sanctuary for all the things I have betrayed.

A Parisian Affair by Kevin Wranovix
Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.