A literary magazine

The Castle and the Axel By Kimberly Gibson-Tran I want it—the Fortress of Solitude—woven shards that quicken into walls, fold into a closing. I clocked its rise in the movie—a rush breaking into minutes. And mine? Eternity. Every drawn meter a crystal ache, a binding blue. What more have I wasted at the threshold, worrying…
Sunday, Someday By Sallie Choi I. and how lucky we are, to sit here emboldened by the sun growing ever-bolder over the treeline. the tangerine is warm in your hand and the rays of light are lapping up the last of the morning dew greedily. you seem to bloom in the persistent glow, and i…