By: Anonymous

Words carry the most trivial weight of emotion. They are stones in a river, flowing in a gust. 

This electricity, this passion, this pair of eyes I call mine. When the time was right, I saw a 

By: Anonymous

There’s something in the way one looks at another..


Winter skies, harsh sunlit patches.

By: Khaliya Rajan

3 – Happy

Stars glitter in the night sky

A soldier sharing ghost stories beneath the stars in the muddy trenches of France. 

A medic bandaging wounds, whispering comfort in the chaos of a battlefield under fire. 

A young recruit, eyes alert as he clutched his rifle, laughter echoing off the barracks walls at boot camp. 

is my back twitching
or is it my heart that’s aching
or are my eyelids uncontrollably
shutting, due to lack of sleep

quite frankly,

The bell for third period shrieked like panic.
Just like I would have, if anyone saw me.
Duck into the bathroom, slide into a stall,
And open up a Google doc hidden in a maze of folders.
This document was the result of a habit that infected my grade nine year.
Like an obnoxious tapeworm infects one’s gut.

江城子 · 春雨

天灰云低无情昏，雨寒霖，落花阴。
晚日初晴，樱上卷珠深。
小叶才舒新雀早，自啄饮、半瓢春。

cherry blossoms
enticed—
children and laughter
wafts in the air,
dance around,
a carousel of joy

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the remedy: blasting depressing music

for the next few days, i listened to depressing spotify music,
it was arguably the best and only remedy that helped.

Nestled between contemporary and traditional,
a familiar stall sparks a rush of unease in my body.
The congee food stall counter, 
the menu boards,
the old lady, in a dull, stained apron,
always spitting broken Canto-English.