Despite the stark difference between a soldier’s need for slaughter and the relentless research of the sage, they were one and the same in the end: naive wanderers—none of whom would ever know the sun’s warmth again. If one believed everything they heard, at least. Around me, these tales upon tales were all eagerly dismissed—but still… still, I wondered. Perhaps I am one of many. But I am no man.
One summer, your mama took us to the forest to collect Schnittlauch.
We came home and mixed the Schnittlauch with our pancake batter,
and I was happy, because these pancakes were not sour, or familiar like our Dosas.
A visual interview with Jamie Cardillo.
The After will be greater, so believes the Sea Wolf. The After is imminent. The After will reunite her with gentle Setia, Setia who was taken from her, Setia Setia Setia. Gentle Setia is a song she knows by heart and carries with her always, an ancient call that echoes from ear to ear in the darkest moments of the wicked night before it lays down its arms and surrenders to the dawn.
A visual interview with Elian Au.
Yasmin felt her heart begin to swell – a crackling fire, a wave coming in with the tide. Maybe this was what liking a girl – really liking a girl – was like.
A series by Sophia Thompson
I love you, so I’ll play the part of silver-tongued Hermes. I’ll lie, trick you, and tell you we have time as often as you need to hear it. Let another tomorrow through the door, I promise he won’t bite.
Sometimes i feel you
what do you tell them?