"we would cling to childhoods spent playing make-believe, this here our last game, this here the last place we played pretend."

"and that my place in it is knocking on a door that never opens"–stephanie nieves

"is it possible, do you think, to want someone too much?"

"all five of us packed into the car on a september night..."

"i dreamed of you, in the spanish sun, clattering to the post office."

"what is the afterlife of a letter? or should I ask where?"

by cowboys i mean, men who focus on the journey more than the destination, who view people as pit stops, who are “hard to love"

"when my world ends, I want my friends to play The psychedelic furs and the thompson twins."

at fourteen, co-eic penelope bernal wrote a postcard she would never send on a train to venice...

“i probably just mistook a dream for a memory"–– a dreamlike haze by christyn refuerzo. an ode to meeting.

poetry editor megan loreto shares musings out a plane window. "i wish time would stand still. I write. no. i wish i could uninhabit time."

prose editor kia heryadi shares a piece about summer yearning. "her lips made me feel like I was twelve again..."

welcome to sunday nibbles—intertwining music with the intimate every sunday!