By: Jordyn Taylor my body / a glow stick, crack me open, click my colors into place. neck, knuckles, arms, ankles, try to release the tension built up in my twisted body. feel my plastic skin break and start to glow. what color is it? Blue, like the veins inside me leading to a heart that’s beating, beating, beating, a neon sign blinks ‘we’re open’ but…Continue Reading Diagram of Color: My Body as a Glowstick
For the Sisters Facing Tough Shit By: Andrea Repetz I’m here to say I see you. Being a sibling in the wake of chaos is a position that often goes without recognition. I just want to give you a pat on the back for weathering the layers of waves. Because to be the…Continue Reading For the Sisters Facing Tough Shit
By: Andrea Repetz I’m here to say I see you. Being a sibling in the wake of chaos is a position that often goes without recognition. I just want to give you a pat on the back for weathering the layers of waves. Because to be the sister of someone facing some of the…Continue Reading For Sisters Facing Tough Shit
By: Jena Lui Ask me what I am thankful for and Grandmother, it goes back to you. Always. But I always think – could we not have gone back to the simpler times when I asked you on our walk back to (y)our home whether I should call you “Grandma” or “Grandmother” because English was…Continue Reading Grandmother’s Photo