Poetry The shape of return Carolyn Marie Souaid The moon swears she has every fighting chance in the world.
Short Story Cri de Coeur from a Broken Heart Jeanne Sindic Once a nurse shook my shoulder so roughly that, in a panic, I almost hit him.
Art Documenting Palestinian Grief Jude Muhsen Even for those physically unharmed by the violence, the feeling of needing to watch the sky remains long after the missiles or drones pass overhead.
