Category: Online Issue Pieces

Irina Tall

Dreams Collage, paper White Dreams Collage, paper Irina Tall (Novikova) is an artist, graphic artist, illustrator. She graduated from the State Academy of Slavic Cultures with a degree in art, and...

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Not the Victim

J. L. Bermúdez Always at the same time, the green van with yellow letters. A man, tall and dark, hair parted like a curtain. A cigarette in his hand. I can’t recall if he is handsome, or just...

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Shelbey Leco

You Hurt Me Mixed media collage Untitled Mixed media collage Shelbey Leco is a native New Orleanian artist in her thirties. Her art style is heavily influenced by her grandmother at a very early age...

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54.2

2025 Spring Fiction Contest Winner Two Burials by Jumaana Abdu 2025 Spring Nonfiction Contest Winner Notes on Property by Esther Ra 2025 Spring Poetry Contest Winner Bestiary by Seth Peterson Read...

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Self-Portrait as Baby

Erik Moyer I am born. I’m not thrilled about it. Two weeks overdue and another twenty hours of crimson labor later, I am at last evicted from the womb, a whopping ten-pounder. My mother is whisked...

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Electra Pelias

Weaponizing Cuteness Fabric, foam, digital manipulation Electra Pelias is a multidisciplinary artist whose scrappy, heartfelt practice blends sculpture, fiber, printmaking, and digital media. She...

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No One Buys Flowers During Genocide

Fatihah Quadri When a country hates another country, the  children suffer everyday from the sun. A house falls and the dream shatters to the ground. The first thing my mother taught me about...

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White Theatre Professionals Can Hold Space For Us All

Raya Tuffaha And what if I damn you? If I write the explosion in stageable italics, if I poeticize and profit-size and donate and educate, what if I learn your language and boundaries, then what?...

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the miracle of loaves & fishes

Mandy Shunnarah Nobody  ever asks who  baked the bread, coaxed the yeast &  flour with alchemy, or  beckoned its rise with knuckles  & patience. Nobody asks who smoked  the fish, much...

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The Valley

Mays Kuhail “Dodi, Dodi!” Giza nudges me awake. “The wall is coming down.”   I open my eyes, slowly adjusting them to dawn. The sun is making its way out of the valley’s horizon,...

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