Fiction — Issue Two The Embodiment Joe Pan The moment the woman in the raincoat walked through the front door, Hannah knew she wasn’t her real mother. Yes, this person looked like her mother, but something was missing—gone from the eyes was that familiar glint of...
Fiction — Issue Two Red Shorts Saeed Ur Rehman The old man sitting at the next table was hollering at the waiters. They had served him a cold cup of chai. The manager walked over and placed a hand on the grumpy man’s shoulder. “Everything will be okay, sir. Just calm...
Poetry — Issue Two The Strawberry Moon Yi Jung Chen The reddish-pink hue of sky, reminded me of the streams of light in the river, your eyes sparkling with ineffable delight. Draping my jacket over the back of chair, a comfy action made my heart thump. Like a...
Poetry — Issue Two Returned Expat Stephanie Johnson Me dices que These languages That I’ve breathed in Por tantos años Gereksizdir diyorsin Bende cevap veriyorum: Fuck you. Translation: You tell me that These languages That I’ve breathed in For so many years Are...
Poetry — Issue Two Ritual Shalmali Sankpal Wash your hair. On your scalp lie days of dirt, oil and settled regrets that need to go away. Condition the edges. Its okay to have rough days and hear mean words. The blows will soften with time. Don’t count the hairs that...
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