by Laura Claridge

“I think of her every time I cut into an orange, divide its segments, and inhale its scent, the bitter with the sweet.”

by Emma Wilkins

“We can’t begin, or can at best only begin to understand, this place—its origins, and ours. And we begin, time and time again, with words.”

by Sophie Kearing

“Nowadays, there is no QT. Unless you consider finger-fucking your phone right next to someone else who’s also finger-fucking their phone QT…Does anyone have a phone charger?”

by Andrea Fisher

“I come from a family of freedom fighters; a path has been laid before me.“

by Johanna Nauraine

“What else might I expect from a man whose ancient language is ‘a means of communication and dialogue by the Hindu Celestial Gods.’”

by Hugh Blanton

“Gonzalez with his boldness, humor, and originality just might turn out to be this generation's Mark Twain.”

by Ann Fischer

“And then, without even a goodbye to my mother, who loved whoever my brother loved … she is gone.

And I begin to heal.”

by Elizabeth Rosell

“…the ding of the car somehow reminding me of my piggy bank hurling by my head to explode on the wall behind me…”