A spirit stood in the moonlight
By Jennifer Zhang You still held the candle, walking in the darkness. Money…
Poetry
Nika
By Mehrdad Mehrju It is a tale of woe— headlines scream of the empty…
The Fraser Fairy Forest
By Ellie Gunton behind a small suburban house, sat on a quiet street, is…
creep is so #mecore
*This poem was originally published in our Summer 2024 print edition* By Jemma…
Night of Fornication
By Mohith Kumar Gatla Two thieves,Ready to start the game,To steal each…
an ode to the sun
could there be a time more glorious than daybreak?
the wood with two names
driftwood builds up on the embankment...
little star can i be yours
you saw the stardust in me
stardust that exists in all of us
but you gave name to mine.
An Ode to Holidays, or Lack Thereof
Tick, tick, tick.
I can always hear the ticking, as relentless as the fly buzzing above my bed on a sleepless summer night.
Tick, tick, tick.
It’s the sound of time slowly slipping through my fingers, forever, endlessly, without cease.
Respect by Runali Alpesh Maniya
Respect in Oxford’s manual May sound technical, “A due regard for other…
