by Victor Garate
As he usually did when greeting me, my dad held the back of my neck and planted a kiss on my forehead. I didn’t greet him back.
Just Look Away
by Caleb Hogan
It’s the end of the month
you’re staying up until midnight
waiting for your Link card to refill.
You’ve been making peanut butter sandwiches
out of stale crackers all week.
Three Short Fictions
by Jennifer De La Cruz
She loses sleep searching for deals on humidifiers and dreams of fog. If plants need just three simple things to grow, why won’t they?
We Are the Children
by Saturn Lawson
We are the children
Of those who threw the first stones
Cathedrals
by Ethan Velez
I was still quite young when my mother told me about her dream where she found me having sex with another man. When my mother told me about her dream, I saw her bewildered eyes, her lowered lips, her shoulders turned away from me.
She and I
by Victoria Segarra
She wears warm, vibrant colors. I wear cold, muted colors. Her voice is loud and distinct. She often asks me to repeat myself because I’m so quiet.
Photography Showcase by Isabella Allwood
by Isabella Allwood
I want my photos to remind the audience to call their grandma. I want every photo to have a personality, like you know someone is there but you just can’t see them.
Otra Vida
by Emily Ramos
For parts of my early childhood, my mother was a vampire. A part of her was this creature that couldn’t be fully seen—someone I couldn’t fully recognize.
Art Showcase: Fortune by Jino Dority
by Jino Dority
This piece was created in honor of the singer Jonghyun, a staunch supporter of the LGBTQ+ community who passed in 2017.
Why Astronauts are Sad
by Matthew Pacuruco
Over a cone of fast light comes sadness,
a chaos that consumes many things.
(An astronaut is supposed to know this part.)
Going to the Shop
by Joel Pazmiño
He knows the gravity of what happened that Wednesday morning on the highway, and who’s responsible and who’s to blame and what to do and this and that. He knows.
I Was Never Anything/Self Love
by Matthew Pacuruco
Where masculinity is only one option.
Every walk and every expression
is an element of their critique to judge.
Mango from Bongo
by Raisa Zannat
Every passerby who walks in front of her house carries a bit of my grandmother’s love with them. Everyone who enjoys the mangoes relishes a part of the love that my grandmother had to offer.
Don’t Do That, Rosa
By Ethan Velez
“Is my husband cheating on me?”
She gives me this look. She was expecting this question, but she was still surprised I asked.
Art Showcase by Len Rivera
“Sunnier Morning” by Len Rivera
Estranghero
by Tai Coronación
Estranghero
Perpetual foreigner
Words that are permanent on my body
Have You Considered Therapy?
by Caleb Hogan
What the fuck are you talking about?
I never called you that.
That never happened.
Midnight Mistress
by Alessandra Ventura
How often has the moon beheld me from afar
eagerly waiting for my phone to glow?
My Commute
by Layla Barrett
Smell of piss and shit, burnt coffee, New York Times.
Women and children on trains selling sweets
Anything to help make ends meet.
My Friend, the Mirage
By Jocelyn Carrasco
After it destroys you, saturate and add higher resolution to each scene
Can I Have a Dream?
by Danaiya Odom
Hold on so tight they can not be swiped by the hopeless.
The restless.
The silver spooners.
Art Showcase: Wings of Love by Alondra Barrales
“Wings of Love,” Alondra Barrales (shawl); photo by Ethan Velez. Alondra Barrales is a student at LaGuardia Community College and crocheted the “Wings of Love” shawl in March 2024. Its colors are inspired by the […]
The Man Who Loved the Stars
by Akasha Weeratne
You are the man who adored the stars so passionately that their twinkle intensified whenever you were near.
The Art of the Anxious
by Alvi Chowdhury
My hands were becoming sweaty as my heart was racing. I tapped my foot in an attempt to calm the nerves.
