This story is an excerpt that explores the effects gentrification can have on a community and its foundational members. Clem has been living in this neighborhood forever, and it suddenly changes before her eyes.
Heartwarming
The Smiling Eyes
Like the title of this anthology, I often feel like I am the other side of everything as I navigate my life in the USA as a Korean immigrant.
Pocket of Peace
Being a college junior in NYC wasn’t easy for Iris. The pandemic made it worse. But no matter how stressed she may get, she remembers that loving herself is the solution to all her problems.
Motherhood Mural
This is a story woven together with fragments of memories, notes, and bunnies. This is a medley of short-lived relics. This is a song.
growing my petals
life grows. life is challenging and confusing, but no matter what, there are beautiful petals, waiting to grow.
The World Cup at Qatar
The world cup was a beautiful experience and it’s something that should be remembered.
It’s Carnival
The colors, sights, and sounds of Carnival have long been a favorite of Samantha’s. West Indians take over Brooklyn for the Labor Day weekend and make their presence known.
The Witch and her Wings
A short introduction to a story about a witch who can make wings out of snow.
My Grandmother
My piece is named after and dedicated to my grandmother. I am forever grateful to her, and to our Korean heritage and culture.
A Perfume Named Nostalgia
Memories branch the past and present. Through four vignettes, this piece documents the continuities of life and the importance of revisiting and appreciating past experiences through olfaction.
Poetry of the Night
A reading of two poems accompanied by videos, photos, and Flow.
Speaking on Queer Boricua YA Fauxmance and Family
For episode 6 of Speaking in First Draft, Mentee Jamilah Araf interviews Mentor Elle Gonzalez Rose about her debut novel Caught in a Bad Fauxmance.
Remembrance: An Index From My Grandmother
with moons. you taught me such cryptic languages.
I would spend the rest of my life decoding them.
Untitled
You do not expect
the kindness. It comes
in splashes, like an outpour
after a long drought.
pretty and warm and good
my walls stare at each other
in confusion, in uncertainty
of how to treat this unknown stranger
named kindness