Essay
by Selene Lacayo
You asked someone to find me online and let me know your mom was gravely ill, guessing that I would like to be there for her. When I reached out ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Stefan Sofiski
You wake up. Stomach rumbling. Why didn’t they give you slop last night? You go out. Frost. Your trotters break the thin ice and sink into the soft ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Wera Lou Gmeiner
When they meet first, they share a dash, being red-haired or twenty-one. Next to them, a cement mixer, grazing like a cow. And when he sees her, he ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Christian Lesmes
“What does this Eel eat?” I asked, watching it swim around a white bucket. “Bananas,” said the owner of the processing plant. The long, shiny body ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Bianca-Olivia Nita
The more I tried to photograph the waves, the clearer it became that waves are not meant to be photographed. They elude the frame. There is no frame ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Tanya Ng Cheong
The speaker played all the songs listed for Song Of The Year, covering up the sizzling sound of the BBQ. It reached the “Local” category, and among ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by March Abuyuan-Llanes
My hair is wet and wrapped in your old t-shirt when I rinse these stalks of saluyot in my hand. Wet when I pick at each leaf between my thumb and ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Madina Tuhbatullina
I am the kind above the plaster churches. We happen to share this sentence. I pretend every sound is a letter, cluster your freckles and thread the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Ibrahim Oladeji Tijani
When the sun lies down, stars and the moon thread their light — woven nets cast above and below us. At dawn, we wear the skin of angels, feet hover ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Marlena Maduro Baraf
no onion no garlic no potato or tomato, no microwave no preambles and follow ups no gracefully replicating nouns and vowels, nouns vowels and nouns ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Nazia Kamali
The playground, with its decrypt walls and dry, yellow grass, seems smaller than it did when I was younger. The slanting rays of the late afternoon ...read the full piece >>Essay
by Olga Zilberbourg
To listen to the songs that are mentioned in this text, tune in to the Spotify playlist that the author created for you. Where does your motherland ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Vincent Ternida
2018 It’s been a long time since I actually stayed in Maynila for more than a layover. Some places try too hard to become something that they’re not. ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Nawel Abdallah
If only she could love more as if the war had never broken her heart. If only she could read May Ziadeh and Ghassan Kanafani for hours under the sun, ...read the full piece >>Flash Fiction
by Diana Kussainova
Ever since she was a kid, Saule Sagaidat liked to be first. The first to run up to an apple tree in the park. The first in class, with the highest ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Lars Love Philipson
In loving memory of my father, Henrik Philipson (1953-2025). “We can’t keep it in the house,” the father said. “He’s gone. Let go!” But the mother ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Mariana Serapicos
I watched it as it gasped for air, flopping around in the very last seconds of its life. As a kid, I desperately wanted a pet. I’d wanted a dog or a ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Caroline Siebbeles
My friendship with Eileen became really serious the day her mother took her up to our apartment to stay with us on a more or less permanent basis. ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by Ludivine Massin
I was walking down Abovyan Street and my daughter was screaming; as she had been down Teryan Street and all the streets before that, and she hadn’t ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Anke Laufer
the sea-bleached skull of a sheep, perfectly preserved a wealth of tiny striped snail shells from the dunes of Léana, an enamel jug, rusted, in which ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Jesimiel Williams
I cannot speak her language, my mother, Yet it calls to me, distorted to my hearing. I answer with a borrowed tongue, born of subservience, Patched ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by Elodie A. Roy
On International Women’s Day in Warsaw there are flower carts everywhere. Some sellers don’t even have a cart or a table to display their wares. They ...read the full piece >>Flash Nonfiction
by Lara Della Gaspera
It always struck me as unusual, the way your childhood photos were displayed in a bathroom — a liminal space, neither public nor private, down the ...read the full piece >>Short Story
by Shrutidhora P Mohor
I set him weekly tasks, tasks that he must finish to my satisfaction. Sometimes that means noting the details of date and time of faded pictures. At ...read the full piece >>Supported by:
