With you, I caught butterflies in mason jars and placed them in the kitchen  sink, even from our shadows in the backsplash, I would see your eyes as my moon and want to swim in them. Come swim in the lakes with me, now we can get lost in the waters without drowning and jump…

She smiles at me and chews her orange slices slowly. They’re her favorite fruit. My mother’s table is littered with books with titles like Anatomy of a Moth and Order Lepidoptera: A Study. The books have the same rough texture as a moth, but they have yet to fly away back onto the shelves. She…

“Fatherless behavior,”  A common comment amongst so-called “saviors” Trying to warn the young women and fems of their fate Should they continue to make “mistakes.”  I don’t mind the comment, though.  Not since the sayers of it are the ones who overturned Roe, Not when I first saw pain so long ago.  I don’t mind…

12×16 Acrylic and Thread on Canvas Autumn Sullivan is a 17-year-old, self-taught multimedia artist from Hickory, North Carolina. Their work primarily explores concepts relating to the self in hopes of conveying various personal emotion, uncertainties, and experiences. 

Rayyan and I were fighting over Little Bites in the backseat when Theo called Hameed. It connected to Hameed’s car via Bluetooth: the modified speakers cracked Theo’s whip-like voice like a jockey’s wrist. Zayn—riding shotgun, freshly-lined up Eid al-Fitr goatee peeking out thewindow—reeled back inside the car, resting his hand on his cheek, elbow nestling…