When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.

By Ashanya Lingam
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Fiction

The concrete tetrapods tempered the waves, and the space between them made room for love between boys.

Poetry

“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”

Poetry

I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.

Essays

It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.

Fiction

Astrological insights from our twelve flash stories

Fiction

I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Fiction

The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Essays

The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.

Fiction

When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.

Essays

On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友

Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Essays

We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again

Fiction

The concrete tetrapods tempered the waves, and the space between them made room for love between boys.

Essays

The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.

Poetry

“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”

Fiction

When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.

Poetry

I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.

Essays

On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友

Essays

It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.

Fiction

Astrological insights from our twelve flash stories

Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Fiction

I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Essays

We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

Fiction

The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again