by Destiny Weiss | Jan 1, 2025 | 2024 December
The raincoat was a birthday gift the year I turned twelve. It came packaged in a wrapped Wanamaker’s box. She gave it to me after I finished a sandwich of bologna and mustard on Wonder. I didn’t know how she got the box, but I knew the gift wasn’t Wanamaker’s stock....
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 31, 2024 | 2024 December, Poetry
They’ve taken a chainsaw to every 24-pack of extra-large brown eggs in your supermarket, they’ve hijacked all the Jeeps in a five-mile radius, they’ve replaced all the movies on Pirate Bay with their edited- for-television versions, they’ve tossed all your frozen...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Dec 31, 2024 | 2024 December, Poetry
The blue plaster walls are cracking which we should have been able to see as long as this house has stood. I catch us looking different directions on the highway, cars zipping through; we nearly collide something cosmic. Meaning our souls are ready to ascend from our...
