Poetry
product of war
A poem of bloodline.
Poetry
Poetry
Like Red
Celebrating two inherited cultures and their shades of red.
Poetry
ellsworth road
'My hands clenched on the steering wheel, and it became my anchor as the black roads bled into water.'
Poetry
An Ode to a “Promise” (a love story, inspired by Vien’s life and a Laufey song)
A love story, inspired by Vien's life and a Laufey song
Prose
just being
Vien Santiago a collection of conversations I’ve picked up on during my hectic days “You don’t have to make it perfect, you know?” “Yeah, I know.” “Then why are you doing just that?” “Because that’s just what I do.” “Do you wanna sit down for a second?
Poetry
Wishes
Ayako Kiyota Wish one word. one’s dreams. one’s longings. My own wishes; my precious wishes. Don’t tell your wishes or else they won’t come true… …maybe that’s why I stay silent about my wishes. In my younger years, I would wish for the simplest of
Poetry
sam’s club sundays
Salem Dinh growing up, me and me only ever spoke on one day: sundays. on the drive home from church, we would go to the sam's club 5 minutes away from our abode. we would feast. leading up to the day, mẹ always had a clouded look in
Prose
tip-toe
Ayako Kiyota *Prose in poetic tone about being afraid of love in all forms (romantic, family, etc) *Prose in poetic tone about being afraid of love in all forms (romantic, family, etc) Love is fragile, Delicate, gentle, beautiful, tender… Desire… Dream… Diminish. I cannot fathom love. No bounds nor judgment;
Poetry
the my in mỹ
Salem Dinh in vietnamese, mỹ trắng means white american. growing up, i thought it meant american because we weren’t american. americans don’t eat what we ate. the dining table was filled with an array of foods and rich smells. different meats and soups left no space for the