the way my grandparents drive

By Maegan Tan because his right hand unsteadily clutches the wheel while the other is intertwined tenderly with grandmother’s hands, these rusted rings embracing then, and now

Telephone wires

By Nina Anin The translator doesn't work. It says my great grandfather was a pirate, when he was a swordsman/doctor who carried lion heads across the continent

Awakening

By Eleyn Yap The universe expands A trove teeming with resources Determined by a satellite's ray

Teeth

By Nina Anin The family at the reunion dinner is a rebrand of bluetooth White tooth maybe, but it's rotting in a drawer, not telling stories at the river

how to eat me alive: a guide

By kai foo take my eyes for hors d'oeuvre, pick them off a tray. peer at them and they’ll peer back with curiosity.

dusk

By Pluto Mehan because we are young and we are sinners, and i have only ever been what you make of me

flutterby

By leandre huang i raise a hand to your monarch print. you are the only semblance i have of what it means  to be young.

litany

By Pluto Mehan You imagine the rain, kerosene pouring from clouds, you imagine your tongue a lit match so you can die for love the way you always have

with dreams

By Kimaya Bhuta the little girl, she sang to the screaming sky, hardly through the rubble, stars made of bombs, sparklers of salvo, her memory made of dreams. 

Soul

By Adelynn Wijaya The first spirit Serene stumbled upon was the girl under the weeping willow.