Category: Volume 1

What Bugs You

— Elizabeth Dello Russo — It’s 10:40 pm on a Monday night at The Roxy, and I’ve caught myself mid-smile, creating a memory. You know those moments—the ones that create an almost visceral, primal feeling that stirs your guts around, twisting…

Eyes

— Ian Sherr — Her eyes are terrified; she doesn’t know where she is or what’s going on. But at the same time, they’re empty, like there’s nothing behind them anymore. They’re just there. That’s the only way I can…

Ode to My ID

I hope your night was fabulous. I hope your night was grand. Cause you left my pocket. Now I don’t know who I am. —Jessica Coons

The Collector

— Juliana Converse — Art by Carabella Sands I walked without thinking into a well-dressed younger woman, younger than I, I mean, coming out of the tavern. She said, “Oh, excuse me,” and began chasing after the Styrofoam cups that tumbled…

Editor's Note

It’s been “one of those years”—where the collective pain, anguish, and frustrations that have come from both my and my friends’ life lessons have made us all silently countdown until 2014. For me, the events of this past year—my marriage…