Issue 4
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Editor’s Note
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Welcome to issue 4. The work gathered here is preoccupied with what we inherit—from the bodies that made us, the… More
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I Am the Daughter My Mom Made a Better Person
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With happiness and sadness, I’m the contentment / I am the daughter my mom raised not to be perfect, but… More
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Fox in the Snow
How many rounds will the smallest hand of the clock lap before my body gains the independence this seclusion has… More
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Spirit Wings
Amelia Mathias says: “I live in Kanesatake Lands, QC. I am a student and I enjoy doing artwork whenever I… More
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Imposter Syndrome
the shell finally comes around to you / sweet sage breathing against your face / the smoke infects your lungs… More
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Praying Mantis
i look up to the praying mantis / hands clasped, towering over me / a shining symbol of eternal love… More
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Seventeen, Almost Gone
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No one warns you about the last time you get to be a kid. / There’s no announcement, / no… More
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The Creator’s Game
Iesatstentsherahawi is a young Indigenous artist. She has had a passion for art since she was young, with her family’s… More
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On the White Pass
There are only four passengers on the platform; the lanterns stretch our shadows across the tracks, the wind sharp enough… More
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where we come from
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you love to say, “what can we expect from my brothers? look at where we come from” / as if… More
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Reflections from a Rooftop in Chennai, Summer 2025
Those nights I spent up on the rooftop terrace— / I would stop at the edge, but never lean over… More
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The Three Friends
This work was made to sell at an art auction to raise money for La Refuge de la Faune de… More
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Becquerel’s Armageddon Factory Settings
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When the clock struck midnight on December 12th, 2012, a baby’s cry could be heard among the low hum of… More
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young girl explores tidepools, picks up crabs sideways so they don’t pinch
a poem is not something you can pick at with fork tines / my mother is the ability to float… More
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Layers of Life
First layer of moss—curiously / folds itself over a rock, / unsure whether this is really what it’s supposed to… More
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Honey, The Lasagna Is Burning
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Hung here on these blue-striped walls, I have been stuck staring at them for hours on end, the sight of… More
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Hair-change
She has blonde highlights to mask her grey hair. I have blonde highlights to mask my red hair. She’s pale… More
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Blacked Out Dots
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I sat up straight in the bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to think. / My father didn’t come home More
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A Hug for My Old Self
I grew up in a very small reservation called Rapid Lake. It had no paved roads. It took over an… More
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What you see
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Ron is Colombian but lives in Quebec. A young Queer artist, Ron loves drawing, painting, and writing. More
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A Conversation with Chanel Sutherland
In early April, Issue 3 contributor Maya Mohammad sat down with Chanel Sutherland to talk about memory, displacement, oral tradition,… More
