Photography by Jaina Cipriano. Jaina Cipriano is creating visual metaphors for emotions she has trouble defining. Without the help of Photoshop, she builds physical environments that open her subjects up … Continue reading Heavy

Photography by Jaina Cipriano. Jaina Cipriano is creating visual metaphors for emotions she has trouble defining. Without the help of Photoshop, she builds physical environments that open her subjects up … Continue reading Heavy
A poem by Ahimaz Ponrasa. as the filthy rich eject themselves from this massive spaceship earth, all the fell arctic life-forms begin to rise up. … Continue reading open & shut
A short story by Kimberly Chua. IT STARTED WITH THE ROSES. They were innocent enough—a fragrant bouquet from the attractive boy who introduced himself as my new neighbour. He knocked … Continue reading It Started With the Roses
Photography by Ishaq Adekunle.
Ishaq Adekunle is a Nigerian Writer and visual artist. Recently, he has been trying to learn about the state of well being and reasoning among the African children, their good and fair tales, also trying to lend a louder voice. To this effect, he has learnt to tell their stories in his poetry and arts which may be themed with anger, misery, woe, melancholia, the heavy weight of sad times, hope, neglect and surrealism. Some of these have appeared or are forthcoming in EyeEm NYC, Angst Zine, New Horizon Creatives, Chestnuts Review, Drexel Pub, Fragmented Magazine, PaperDragon mag, Superstition Review and elsewhere.
A poem by Rida Akhtar Ghumman. Above a neglectful cobblers shop Rests the mandir Behind very closed doors. We knocked, and knocked, Me and two ex-friends: today when I recount. … Continue reading Anarkali Prayer
A poem by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz. Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is a Pushcart Prize and Dwarf Stars Award nominee who also works as a professional visual artist. Her poetry has been featured in … Continue reading ancestral wasteland
A short story Hannah Hulbert. There’s a reason necromancy is forbidden. It’s kind neither to the living nor the dead. As I watch Millie now, her features grey and drawn, … Continue reading The Tether to My Shade
A poem by Venus Davis. Your moss covered snake tongue makesits way down my bodyCocooning itself in every orifice Tender at firstbut poisonous as time delaysI can feel you,the parasite … Continue reading Forest Green
A short story by Ceda Parkinson. Inside and outside of you, Moon slept. She slept in and out of cycles for many years, a deep, comfortable sleep, undisturbed. All was … Continue reading The Lunatical
A poem by J.E.A. Wallace. Kept awake by the prospect of mosquitoesAnd of what St Peter will sayIf I make it up to HeavenTil I finally drift away ‘We are … Continue reading Otuzilec