A piece of art by Liz Stewart & poetry by Sofia Sears there swim cyclical bodies in me my joints, cells, cramped inside; do my arms flail? there are planets inhabiting my being. there are novas. there is no room for you right now. I explode everyday. Continue reading sorry about the doom
A piece by Lucia Zheng I prefer to avoid cliches, but unfortunately, in this incident, it’s unavoidable. I fear the Night. Perhaps because I treat it too much like an actual, tangible character, when in reality, it’s simply a space, a state. But its emptiness claws at me, its spidery fingers come lunging at me. When the silence sets, when everything sleeps, I am left … Continue reading Monsters in the Night
A story by Sofia Sears disintegration: the process of coming to pieces coming to pieces I write these words when the world is cold and quiet. I write this definition, plainly, straightforwardly, no trembling hands, no hesitance. Once upon a time I would’ve written about your lips and how uncanny it was that they fit impeccably when they touched mine. Once upon … Continue reading Four-Word Breaking
The Odyssey Zine 