Poetry any of us in this polycule Adrian Larose just 30 seconds and you can do almost anything, in any language.
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.
Reprints Glass mosaics Nelsy Massoud At 17 years old, the religious war in Lebanon that ravaged a beloved and magical place, sent me on a journey to Africa. There, pride, wisdom, love, art and knowledge developed in me and I could not accept what one colour did to the other colour.
