The Grief Picker
“From behind shut doors, / our eyes shine with relief.
A murder of crows feast on our unnamed sadness, our untold tales.”
By Aditya Shankar
The Sister’s Vigil
“Marya catches her wrist, draws her closer still, as close as
two desperate people in the midst of a revolution can be. ‘Later.’”
By M Tomko
Dance As Resistance
“I move through air like it is water, something to be moved, something within which to dwell.
I am moved, I am cradled in space, I am held, I am holding joy so deep it aches and weighs my arms down.”
By Maya Mahony