Visual Art

III. It wants more to be glad…by G. Mramor

I can already feel your disgusting inside. It grows and makes me grow. But still I…
I. This is what you say…by G. Mramor

Nothing you say is thrown aside, but thrown inside. Thrown inside to settle in with all…
Meanwhile Two Hours South of Kabul in a Town called Khoshi

Mustafa Sidiqee is just a normal person with a camera trying to capture ‘the moment’. He wants…
For now or for always…by G. Mramor

Young and thinking a name is forever. Fore after years snowblind the snow has settled and…
Photography by Kiwana S

If you have picked up a copy of our print magazine, you will recognize Kiwana’s work…
Happy Belated!

Alessandra De Soto, a New York native yet raised abroad in the Dominican Republic, relocated to…
Belief…by G. Mramor

Can you mock me so, because I wish to believe? Can you attack me so, because…
The father is gone…by G. Mramor

I have not returned to set the bones in my father’s body. I have come, and…
They will make cities from us…by G. Mramor

And there I am, like a devil before your eyes, bouncing from lash to lash to…
GRAB THIS: Ana Carrete’s “pinky promise me this”

Stumbled upon Ana Carrete’s chapbook/piece entitled “pinky promise me this” just today on Twitter. You should…