“The Kaleidoscope” By: Grace Bridges
Coloured scraps, broken toys, jagged edges, refracted light tumble around life’s kaleidoscope, never the same pattern twice. Everything is there: memories, desi...
Coloured scraps, broken toys, jagged edges, refracted light tumble around life’s kaleidoscope, never the same pattern twice. Everything is there: memories, desi...
TW: suicide A letter to my sister, Ericka Dear Ericka: Exactly three months have passed since you sat in your small American car, faced a r...
“Why won’t you just cough into your elbows?” Dad’s coughs are echoing off the walls again. It’s been two weeks and both of them are still sick. I sometime...
I wave goodbye and I take my pills I smile at nothing and I take my pills I write a bad poem and I take my pills I taste the cold steel gun and I take my...
Welcome to our QPOC issue that features 14 unique and beautiful voices.