My City By: Elliot Martin

Illustrated By: Amina Coleman-Davis The concrete jungle speaks. I hear its voice “Give me liberty or give me death!” It echoes. God speaks in this city. The city will not escape its ghosts. Stones on an urban street, carved stones. Carrying memories past, present, future, forward. A dream, personal goals moving forward. Rebirth, to find […]

TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO TOOK CARE OF MY BODY By: Nadia Leiby

I am bathing in the taste of yesterday’s you, Slivers of ourselves tucked between my sheets You, mumbling beautiful nonsense, face pressed against my breast, the sirens of Richmond outside my window screaming to me that I am being vulnerable, aren’t I crazy? But no, This tenderness, my fingers wrapping around your body like tendrils […]

untitled by Vincent Mangano

before I met him I flicked a lighter down and down again on its mocking red button and turned my hands into first degree burns trying to light my citronellas. the wicks sat deep at the bottom of unbearably tiny blue buckets, each its own individual pinterest project from hell, specially designed to cause me […]