Poetry Poetry '25

Picadors

Sometimes stardust is the enemy, Smothering us in unrealizable desires, Turning our imaginations into mere fantasy, Beckoning us toward realms that we need not enter.

Fiction Fiction '25

Rain

Raindrops clink as they bounce off the roof tiles. The peaceful rhythm tries to lull Evelyn to sleep. They attempt to shake off their drowsiness.

Poetry Poetry '25

George Webb

I watch them every morning at the breakfast counter  eating scrambled eggs with forks pointed prong-side-down, probing the yellowed fetal goop, scooping heaps   of