My Family is not a Cloud

short story | Roshan Singh Some light crept in through the bedroom door and took a seat by the little girl’s bed. Hey, how you doing? The girl flashed a half-grin, and sunk a little further into her pillow. Yeah, we figured. It’s late. You should be sleeping. She lost her grin. Penny for your thoughts? […]

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the aftermath of my toilet

when you left, your hair clogged the sink again. it rises with the water, seaweed lungs breathing past every lover’s stain, yet planted into grime. my hands fear uprooting them, a reminder of my grass blade heart learning rain. soon, the hair will swim beyond the sink. the tap will stop looking like your neck. […]

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Fresh

Poem by Paul Jerusalem, Guest Writer   i. What they don’t show you on prospective student brochures is the gap between each tile, how differently vomit tastes on its plate, how quickly it dries up, how you’ll grow immune to its scent, eau de toilet not in the right place, much less the specifics of […]

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