by Margot Durfee a brown leaf drifts lazily through the air, pirouetting and fluttering until it softly lands on the cobblestoneonly to be crushedunder the sole of a dirty white sneaker. the air is crisp, every sound, from the hollering of children, to the music drifting through kitchen windows, to the ringing of bike bells isclear, brighttrees rustle as their remaining leaves depart. small, grey … Continue reading MEI-LIN

How to deprogram a person

by Emma Stout Sometimes I want to have three kids but then I remember that Global Warming is a thing.Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to do cocaine but then I remember that my nose hasfaced enough from 19 years of seasonal allergies.Sometimes I peel almost, just almost, the entire orange in one strip.Sometimes I consider buying a ticket to Coachella but then … Continue reading How to deprogram a person

Post-outbreak confessional, January 27th, 2020

by Blane Zhu “Do You Have a Home? Do You Feel Warmth? Do You Know How To Care For Your Family?” As I write this, entire cities in China are in lockdown.People are trapped and unable to reunite with their parents.Schools close. Markets close. Trains stop. Airplanes stored away. Only things that are open:Hospitals.The constant flow of information between face masks.My mouth. Mother’s wordsStrike me … Continue reading Post-outbreak confessional, January 27th, 2020

Led Astray

by Matthew McGovern I stepped down from the rattling bus into a foot of slush. From there, I hopped the brown snow embankment onto the lumpy, icy sidewalk, where I trudged along. After about forty paces, I sensed some figures following me from a short distance, close enough that I could hear their chatter. As I brushed snow from my shoulder, I looked back to … Continue reading Led Astray


By Nuha Shaikh  情爱的你 — Fall is the season of goodbyes, of turning over new leaves and pressing the most brightly colored memories in between the pages of the few books I brought with me to college. I’ve been compulsively picking up the leaves that catch my eye, I feel guilty otherwise. There’s a stack of at least eleven of them now. I don’t want … Continue reading 情爱的你


by Joseph Harmon I’m out with the dog, which isn’t my dog. I keep forgetting his name, but I appreciate the company. He’s throwing this eager look back at me, like I’ve got a direction in mind. I don’t. He knows the woods better, and we’ll just have to live with that. Ah, dog, what are you doing? Crunching through the frozen creek bed, is … Continue reading Fragment