Is time a plan to provide you fears? Is your first child there? What if I dream these realities?
Read MoreGirls and Sharks Photographs by Alexis Jacobson
shark “Oh…”
Painting of sun, sky, and flowers layered beneath magazine clippings of people swimming in a pool. On the bottom right is a magazine clipping of a shark with a dark purple thought bubble containing “Oh…” in yellow text. Above the shark is a magazine clipping of a motel sign stating “motel.”
group of women
Magazine page of eight naked women lying on a bed. Layered beneath are two magazine pages of skyscrapers and buildings. On the top center of the page is a sticker of a girl holding a yellow flower. To her right is a sticker of a couple in a hot air balloon. To the right is a sticker of a yellow flower with red lines painted around it.
Alexis earned her BA in English writing with minors in Psychology and global studies from Montana State University, where she balanced her time between the Mountains and the classroom somewhat disproportionally. She transitioned into her Master’s of Journalism at the University of British Columbia in the fall of 2025 with hopes of uncovering the truth in long-form global, investigative, equal rights, and social movements coverage. During her undergraduate studies, Alexis developed her skills as a journalist, writer, and editor in various roles — from co-founding the digital literary magazine The Times NOU to reporting on the self-governing community of Christiania (Freetown) in Denmark as an ethnographer. Alexis writes for The Ubyssey and The Source as a contributing journalist and teaches writing and literature to Chinese students who have immigrated to Vancouver or are in the process of doing so. When she has time between deadlines, she loves reading and writing memoirs and micro essays.
Explore more on Instagram @artbyalexxis
Two Pieces by Forest Moua
collect 15 strangers from the street — a diversity of colors, / communities, and caretakers / align them in a straight line by reverse alphabetical order / according to the first word that each person speaks / walk in a line to the nearest park/forest/woods
Read MoreSearching Childhood by Maggie Wolff
That was the year little girls went missing on the news, unwatched by mother eyes but net-caught in a man’s sight.
Read MoreAnacostia by Linette Marie Allen
K is for Ka, face to face, / like a night guarding a pen. / That’s what we do.
Read MoreAMONG MULTITUDES by Nance Van Winckel
How do? Their one mouth of how many / voices? My us peeks out to meet a dear / young them.
Read MoreThe Great Food Question by Leah Harris
And I realize that layered in pasta and ham, spinach and oats, maybe the food question is really a language of love, a question of intimacy — because what’s closer to a person than the food they eat?
Read MoreMoving Back to Move Forward by Sara Kim
Immigration, assimilation, and trying to make it in a country – especially one where the primary language is nothing like your native tongue – can be traumatizing. But I had suspicions that there were other reasons for all the trauma.
Obviously, there’d been the Korean War where a ghastly three to four million people had been killed, and before that the callous Japanese occupation, but what exactly had taken place during these events?
Can Chimera Be Rescued? by Kristin Emanuel
Forget the original myth, its violence, its finality, your own complicity. What if--instead of dominion--this could be about tenderness?
Read MorePulp Poem by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer
Mirror, mirror on the wall / Look down in mercy / The wheel is fixed / In a lonely place
Read MorePregnancy, Art, and Censorship by Sarah Dalton
To the best of my knowledge, unless you include women’s private photo albums or personal social media feeds, there is no Madonna with Gestational Diabetes, Madonna of the Amniocentesis, or Madonna of the IV Tower and Labor and Delivery Room. I feel kinship with these images that portray the complexities of being pregnant. They challenge the demands for silence and censorship around experiences that do not follow the prescribed, imposed narrative of a joyful and celebratory pregnancy. These images revolve around loss, distress, powerlessness, a beauty often called grotesque, and, despite all its astonishing advances, a medical system that sometimes leaves more questions than answers.
Read MorePOSTCARDS by Lee Campbell
Royal Pine by Travis Dahlke
Davis is like an actor who saw their scalp on-screen and paid to get hair plugs only for the show to be canceled before its second season ever got to air.
Read MoreJust So by Nance Van Winckel
Just so, for a decade or two, the family before the TV had watched one life as they waited for another. Meanwhile sputterings flew every way from both.
Read MoreThe Extravagant Art of Seeing: Thoughts While Tearing Up a Novel Late One Night (CHAPTER 30) by Ben Miller
Soon enough, living in a house that did not connect on any real level with the surrounding community--its assumptions, laws, and dialogues--I figured the best way to exist in a fragmented reality and abide by its dissonance was to make myself a fragment, a live sliver of what I might otherwise have been physically, spiritually, mentally or intellectually, a job I had done well by age fifteen...
Read MoreSelf-Portrait, Fourteen Miles and Twenty-Three Minutes from the Interstate by Daniel Garcia
Of time, there’s this: the pink stripes around the neck in the mirror after, which was the most surprising—as if to mimic the sky was as simple as pulling its color into one’s cheeks.
Read MoreWhen I Couldn’t Look at Myself in the Mirror, My Friend Looked for Me by Shifra Sharlin and Carol Troen
On the other hand, I hated the port. It turned me into a cancer machine. It frightened me, too. I couldn’t look at it. So I asked Carol to make a portrait.
Read MoreElegy / Eulogy / Ode by Lacey N. Dunham
For months now, you have not been able to walk through the daily din into the madness, and your life has felt more textured, your days fuller, though you will not admit that you might be happier this way.
Read MoreThe Back of the Cereal Box by Jennifer Fliss
At the bottom of the box, amidst the impossibly small pearls of sugar and sharp crumbs, you will never find what you are looking for. Nothing will make you see things differently. But you will never stop searching.
Read MoreChaos by Julia Charlotte
When life feels chaotic, it makes me feel better to remember that it is; everything is depressing, but cover it in flowers.
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