Artwork by Jeff Manning I’d tell her I miss her How when I’m in the presence of other mothers I melt soften gazing, devouring every minute detail, it’s not envy, it’s not sadness I’d just […]

Artwork by Jeff Manning I’d tell her I miss her How when I’m in the presence of other mothers I melt soften gazing, devouring every minute detail, it’s not envy, it’s not sadness I’d just […]
Artwork by Daehyun Kim امي The translation, ‘my mother’, does no justice to the tender possessiveness, almost selfish reverence in having you as mine and mine alone. Hearing that title in its many forms almost being […]
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on. Not because of the fear of darkness, but call it childish, I feel like this man made illumination can ward off death. Maybe the light keeps away those […]
Her favorite thing, her favorite thing was looking into her mothers eyes, at how they crinkled at the sides, and just knowing that all was right That she could run, she could skip she could […]
By Hiba Rasheed She knows… Three months old Eyes speak of untold feats Conceived one month early Sep 11 My neophyte revolutionary Her torrential presence rains On the arid terrains of my soul, Each drop, […]