Fiction • Issue Fifteen
June 10, 2025
By Emmitt Barnes My Grammy’s house had wall-to-wall white carpet that ran to every white wall. We weren’t allowed in certain...
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Issue Fifteen • Poetry
By Karlo Sevilla The mother calls her little girl’s name through the megaphone, hopes that like Lazarus, the child will arise from the...
By Rosalie Hendon We were going to hike, but instead we go to the site where a president was murdered We find the memorial first,...
By Ravindu Paris I stared down at my laptop, the words a dizzying mess. I took a deep breath, my nose immediately engulfed by the...
Issue Fifteen
By Isabelle P. Byrne Our history tells us how we built civilisation on top of the poor, That the west is the older brother you never wished...
By Helene Berton The children swayed back and forth to the train’s rhythm as it travelled through the countryside until it gradually...
By Fariza Farid Memon My document stared back at me in desperation for me to complete my given task, but my eyes and mind drifted to the...
By April Stevens Auburn, like a winter’s flame a fierce tongue, a beautiful name. Her freckles a hundred kisses on her skin, Encompassing...
By Matthew Davis Edward Riggs White ...
By Ravindu Paris I heard the floorboards creak as I stepped inside the house—my house. A part of me smiled, another part shuddered at the...
By Peter Kaczmarczyk I sit on Lexington Green Writing poetry as I did When I was sixteen A place of spirits Where soldiers died at early...
By Wolfgang Wright He had studied under Aristotle, the greatest philosopher in Greece, and yet Kalanos, this strange old man from Taxila,...
By Peter Kaczmarczyk I enter the house just off the road, mostly hidden from the view of passers-by. Resting on land reclaimed by nature,...
By Maria Griffin here, a thing. behind it: another. there, a third. three things sit, each in its place, as if arranged, pleasingly...
Issue Fifteen • Non-Fiction
By MK Zariel since middle school, when i’ve had an interpersonal conflict, i’ve handled it the normal way—talking to friends, to a...
By Aimee Fletcher Mary stood at the counter with a warm cup of tea clutched in her hands, surrounded by the smell of baking bread, and...
By Grant Shimmin It’s cup final day in dusty Duduza¹ east of Johannesburg Not that anyone’s playing football here in this place they...
