Issue 13: Spring 2019
A marigold rolls
like a hundred girls crossing their arms
over the closing eye of the sun.
The sea cuts its mouth open
and gurgles a lullaby for the
sleepless. The cities we love
grow in different dialects and
forget old dreams.
When the crumbling reaches your face,
you’ll have to keep calm,
because even your tongue
will fracture into fault lines.
i keep my hand pressed against foiled lace so not
to wrinkle a design so not to ball up in remission
at my mother’s feet with nothing but a child’s
dream in hand what if i wasn’t an only daughter
|Essays & Interviews||
Adventures in Nose Piercing by Lakshmi Jagad
I just want to look pretty, and that seems like a reasonable aim for a diamond to fulfill. I like the tiny invisibility of this diamond. It feels more girl, less woman. It feels naive, hopeful in the best way possible. It makes me think I can write my own roles, play them the way I think fit, discard at will, and move on.
On Summers with Totto-chan by Priscilla Jolly
When I had a moment to myself, I placed both my palms on a tree trunk, laid my forehead against the creased bark, closed my eyes and wished it would say something, anything to me. To see if landscape would speak to me, to see if it would give me a world, just as it did all those years ago.