CURRENT ISSUE - 1.3
WRITE THE WORLD WEBSITE
by MAY ZHENG (United States)
Air sticks to my skin,
like honey. mosquitos circle my ankles and wrists
WHEN I LEAVE
by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)
These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.
RETURN TO MY TREES
by ELEANOR LEWIS (Wales)
i have come back
to the village i swore i would never see again
by SAACHI GUPTA (India)
There’s a moment in kindergarten when I realize that the other grandparents don’t smile.
by GRACE LOVE (Australia)
We walked along the small terrace of grass, the blinding heat of the sun forgotten . . .
A VILLAGE SUMMER
by BAYA LAIMECHE (United States)
She spoke with her hands, weaving stories out of air and breathing life into them . . .
MIXTAPE: DJ, HEAR ME CRY
by RUTH PORT (United Kingdom)
1. Come On Eileen, Dexys Midnight Runners
What can I say? As soon as this comes on you're grabbing my hands and spinning me around with that beautiful smile on your face and that joyful laugh rising in your throat.
by ANNIE CHENG (United States)
You always liked to watch the trains as they passed by, one after another, right on schedule. You liked the whooshing sound of the breaks as the train slowed into the station, and the whirring of the engine as it started up again.