Danny Adams

But I am no king, no man. It is a role I assumed in serving, with perfect order, those who scarcely saw fit to name me. Wild and shimmering, I hide from myself no longer. I was born twice from death. It is time to mend what was broken, even if they will not.

Poetry

look

By: Eric Otto

i am learning my new friend’s language / she said do you want to look for frogs sometime

Art, Poetry

The Sound of Trying to Remember

By: Vinita Agrawal
Art by: Romie Stott

They took the verse... and translated its grief into a new alphabet.