Redemptive Readings | Apoorva Yadav

She shuts herself in her bolthole to cry. No, to howl, yet again.

Her blank CV stares back at her. Name, Address, Phone Number. No worthwhile internships, publications, workshops, skillset…nothing. The document that was supposed to be an…

Named | Hea-Ream Lee

I’ll be at a party, clutching a plastic cup of something that probably doesn’t deserve to be called beer and making the motions of small talk but actually just shouting to be heard over the loud music. A tall econ major and I will be talking about something utterly banal, maybe an…

Where Home Lived | Olivia Tefft

I dream about you in twenty-three colours. Here is the place where I say lost. Here is the place where I say storm. Here is the house where best friends forever lived. Here is the swing-set where we never stop falling. Nineteen years and we’re still falling. If I ever find…

Eyes | Lee Yoong Shin

I’ve been here for a very long time, so long that I lost count. Zhen Zhen died. Ying Ying died. One day it’ll be my turn, to die the same way that Zhen Zhen and Ying Ying died. My only prayer is for that “one day” to come as soon as possible.

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