The Lost Mantra of a Sleepwalker, by Anonymous
My favorite day of the week is Tuesday. On The Tuesday I was sitting on an orange sofa with my childhood best friend, and boyfriend of...
Daffodils- A Fragmented Essay, by Eden Aronoff
Narcissus or Narcisseae. The man who could only look at himself. Desire. Narcissism. No empathy. No care. From the name, you may think...
Shoes by Vikram Bhat
This story is about one person who uses multiple pronouns (he/she/they/ae). His name was Mantis. She considered herself young, but on...
I'll See You in Rome- or Reno by Clara Baisinger-Rosen
I'll See You in Rome- or Reno by Clara Baisinger-Rosen November 16, 2021 Dear Michael, You remember exactly who I am. In fact, I’d be...
The Hotel Uova Rotte by Talia Fechter
Sofia and Michael don’t ask too many questions at the front desk. It’s always Sofia and Michael at the front desk, thank God. Nobody else...
Untitled by Anonymous
Content warning: this poem contains language pertaining to death. You are dead. That makes it sound like you still exist as a dead...