Category: Issue #10
-
after you’re gone
by aimal jawaid
-
i don’t want to forget
“i dont want to forget”: created using some of my old camcorder videos with scans of my journal superimposed onto it. i have a tendency to get consumed by old memories pretty often so i created this as a way to emulate that overwhelming feeling
-
a love letter to friends (old and new)
by reid kalaw edited by alloe mak I arrived at university desperately lonely. Thankfully, so did everyone else. Because of this, the first month of conversations tended to go something like this: “Hi.” “Hi.” (This is said with varying levels of enthusiasm, which itself, is entirely dependent on the sobriety of either party.) “I like…
-
Uma
“I’m sorry about your mother,” She says.
-
My Relationship with Orange Juice
By Valentina P. Grohovaz When Mamma made merenda we were happy. I came home from asilo with the most joyous stains of childhood on my grembiule, dust from the sandy ground I played on, ink from my failed attempts at spelling my name. I said goodbye to Anto and Paola and went to meet my…
-
The Art of Silence
By Valentina P. Grohovaz – Toronto,ON I have always been fascinated with the spaces between words. The pauses between I and love and you and so and much. The break between when and will and you and stop and hurting and me. At times the vastness of the world requires us to remove the silences,…
-
House of Cards, Windy day
All of a sudden stagnancy has slipped away from me, and I feel lost in constant waves of change, destruction and rebirth.
-
Flesh
By Adrian Chung We are all just flesh Calcium, protein hash Why does mine crave pleasure Why does yours I treasure? Electric radiation Eccentric stimulation Lucid glow beyond the blinds Dirty moans, fingers intertwined Sinner’s purity Caustic affinity Insides boiling, carnal haze Outsides burning, bestial gaze Heart’s in chest, racing Fingers on back, tracing Decency…
-
am i just a doll?
dress by kerrah mcdonald photography by joseph priolo This dress encapsulates the essence of femininity, embodying my personal odyssey of self-acceptance. Throughout my life, I’ve navigated the rejection of femininity, a force often misconstrued as frailty and a sign of weakness. The societal reduction of women to mere vessels of beauty eroded the innate femininity…
-
poetry – yvonne park
by yvonne park i will chew you up but not spit you back out because once i do, you’ll be free the red lipstick will not now represent an invitation but the anger i have for you the boiling blood the fumes of my sage as it tries to barricade the torture that comes within…
-
A Day In the Life of The Metalheads
Art by Jorge Cruz Toro ‘A Day In the Life of The Metalheads’ focuses on 4 “superhuman” entities, The Metalheads, and their destruction of the world and humanity itself. Taking inspiration from performance art pieces, the graphic novel revolves around the key aspects of performance art: the participant, the space, and the artwork. Each characteristic…
-
Could you tell that I am a body already buried?
By Erica PhelpsEditor: Alloe Mak Here I find my mindstolen from sleep and kept inmurmuring voicesand rooms full of thingsthat sink and gostill. In darkness and almost alone,I am thinking of the absence of echoes.Of things that go and come backwhen here we stay for infinity—things do not come back. I see you but not…
-
Voicemail
Please leave a message at the tone.
-
From The Second Generation
When my parents stopped hugging me, I thought they stopped loving me.
-
Icarus,
and even icarus could not understand how it burns to be a woman.
-
An Open Letter to My Biological Father
Dear… Dad?
-
Leyla’s
peach cobbler (leyla’s)
-
Everyone’s Dogs are Dying
For Pippa Not always a good dog, but forever the very best girl.