Zachariah Lee Photography: Shen Osaki | @shenosaki aaa *plimsoll line is the reference mark on a wine glass to indicate a single serving  a I want to drink Sauvignon Blanc. Home alone; poured generously into

Evlin DuBose Artwork: Atsaya Gabiryalpillai | @_atsaya_ a In an ideal world, it’s night. The sky’s blue, and jeweled with stars. We sit beneath the gold porch light,  moths dancing like embers.  I ask.  And you— you look up

Zachariah Lee i’m trying to accept that my joy is volatile, a — circumstantial, confusing, apparent   a i wish that wasn’t the case.  i’m trying to unlearn possessiveness, a — entitlement, anticipation, and trust that my

Lily Sommer Artwork: Angelina Tran | @lookatmytutu a through the lens of your vintage camera i loved how i looked never staring directly,  you would catch me off-guard, a smile whispering across my face as i walked  through flowers

Anonymous My great aunt used to say that when things came to an end it was ‘the end of a chapter’ j I never heard her say it she was my great aunt People don’t

it was two in the afternoon when i was wrapped up in bedsheets

The noise my tyres made on the road gnawed at my ear. Cracks in the blacktop made silhouettes of mountain ranges.

My naked skin touches countless rays With eyes closed, hand on head I sway aimlessly to a musical jungle As orange heat blurs my view

I find myself clinging still. Over and over over    dreaming that soft dream where i grow, to something  beautiful, become something hazy & wild. 

She cradles a two-year-old in the arch of her hip, holds rooti cut into small bite-sized pieces in the other, looks over nonchalantly at the four pots on the stove behind her and