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Explore the Seventh Wave
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Where You Go
From my desk, I watch her turn the pages. She is meticulous, each touch / feather-light and exact in her dissection. -
See Through and Shaking with Holes of Silver
the world ran out of people / but we’re still here / we do normal things / take the subway home to / each other hold hands / when no one’s looking -
Behind the Cotton Wool
At age four, I used to secretly squeeze through the cracks in our backyard fence to go and explore the world on the other side. -
The Human Trap
‘The Human Trap‘ portrays the failure of the world to reconcile the concepts of evolution and globalization. -
Artificial Realities
Who can we trust to convey information to us, and how much are we actually willing to accept truths that counter our own realities? -
Editor’s Note
Tell us where your beliefs take root, what you build your activism upon, and how you form your own narrative in the wilderness of technology, media, politics, and religion. -
Precious Rubbish: Post-Election
This series of hybrid gag panels and short prose is modeled after mid-century children’s comics like Casper, Little Dot, Little Eva, and Little Lulu, but stars “Kayla,” a self-portrait character whose blank eyes and somewhat sad, harried expression never changes. -
Participant | Observer
In the fall of 2012, I moved to Kabul, Afghanistan. -
Crash Landing and Flight of the Unrequited
Artist, designer, and teacher Katie Reigner tackles our fourth issue with two pieces of musical poetry accompanied by a watercolor illustration. -
Tolstoy Welcomes the 45th President of the United States, Napoleon Bonaparte
…there is no literary character more similar to the President-elect than Napoleon Bonaparte as depicted by Tolstoy in War and Peace. -
we keep finding blood
I heard in a Black boy town / there was a pool filled / with red / and the white people -
You Were There — I Saw You
The morning after the election, I agonized about how to talk with my first-year students about the outcome. -
Drone • Ferry Tale
The sky was a color / she loved most — / the holy blue / before Eid mornings. -
Three Days Awake
Day 1: I woke and opened my eyes to a quiet morning, trying to feel if it was the end of an era.