July // 2018

featuring artwork by Ana Prundaru


 

SANDHYA // Sravani Hotha

Fiction

"The sparkling embers at the end of the joint looked like a minuscule sun dancing in the night. 'They’ll wither away looking out for me and after I’m gone that’s all they’re going to remember of me. I want to do this, Ravi. I want to lift off from the ground and merge with the sunrise.'”

 

MY AMERICA IS NOT A GENRE // Christine Thomas Alderman

Nonfiction

"i am that girl. i am those pieces of past and present and trying like hell to not be noticed walking around next to you. sometimes you won’t recognize me. i can try to look like you. i try to hide. but one slip and you see me. real me. chafing in my birthright skin of shame and struggle."