Plasticity
I never knew the hands that made me. They pour hot liquified plastic into my metal mould. I am one…
Magazine
Welcome to “Out with the Old” – Editor’s Note
All throughout our unique, individual journeys, we seek ever-lasting familiarity—a special person, a long-lived passion, weekly Sunday brunches with the…
Welcome to In Touch — Editor’s Note
When life rushes by, it’s easy to feel a looming sense of disconnect—between our families, with ourselves, and with the…
Art is Water
Sargy Mann, a British painter of portraits and landscapes, began to lose his eyesight in 1973. Mann saw spectral haloes…
The Dinner Table
Cloaked in a quiet suburbia, survivors slice into medium-rare steaks and sip red wine at the dinner table. Mothers swoop…
My name is Aroni
“अरोनि” is what I wrote as my name on the top of my third grade Hindi test paper. It was…
Monotoned Me
I waited two years to go back in person because I was going crazy at home. I was tired of…
Our world through rhythm
I never paid attention to the sound of footsteps. The rhythmic thuds of feet patting against dry concrete, crunching through…
Seventy Years of First Dates
Jeannette – 1952 “I do not know how I’ll survive dancing in these shoes tonight,” I say, crouching down to…
Soundless Vibrations
It took me a while to understand the preciousness of communication and the beauty of being understood. It took watching…
Skin Against Our Fingertips
A year without summer,A night without stars—the constellations aligned,Perched high above the sky’s radiant stunner,Life without connection is stumbling through…
Welcome to Moving Still — Editor’s Note
Media often tells us one side of the story, teasing answers to life’s uncertainties. Fairytales give life lessons through stories…
Meeting Madam U.R.
Four concrete walls with wooden faces,Stare back at me, dull and lifeless.11 p.m., the coffee spill cleaned to leave no…
A New “Normal”
Sydney “Sydney! Breakfast!” Mommy calls up from the kitchen. I put on my fuzzy princess socks, say goodbye to my…