Poetry from Amy Jirsa
This is how you become a ghost. Repeat yourself. Stand in the corner of your childhood bedroom. Wish so hard for someone to take care of you that the small haunt of a child, stowed beneath a quilt too heavy for the season, can no longer bring herself to look in that corner or to […]
Fiction from Sunisa Nardone
Golden Land She couldn’t know anything about the Southern Hemisphere, dressed as she is. The feeling struggles in me, that flutter of judgment and shame, seeing my countrywoman dressed so—. A foreigner would no doubt mistake her for young and foolish but as a Thai woman myself I can tell that this long-limbed girl is […]
