


It Is Still Monday
Gabriel Noel
“That anger says that it will always be Monday, that the pattern I’m seeing will repeat in perpetuity, that there is nothing to be done but to smash everything in the house and be tied to a chestnut tree.”

Watching you Sleep
Kay Bell
I pray your America won’t be whitewashed in self-hatred
and your dreams more than clichéd metaphors
I also pray I haven’t disappointed you

The Playground is Burning
Sage Ravenwood
BINGHAMTON, NY: Early in the morning on June 1, 2020, someone set fire to the OurSpace Playground in Recreation Park.

A Note to Our Readers
We have decided to reserve this week for anyone who wishes to use our site as an avenue of expression or a way to process their understanding of the tragedy with which we are all wrestling.

Dispatch from a City in Flames — Seeking Silence in Minneapolis: Day 5
Elexis Trinity
“The helicopters overhead have syncopated with the birds, but all I can hear is the music of my community peacefully chanting:
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I (still) can’t breathe.”

“If he’s not ready to clean his house…it should catch on fire.”
Malcolm X
“We have to go to the root. We have to go to the cause.”


Why We Can’t Breathe
Regina A. Bernard
“It’s becoming murky. The names, the incidents, the actual meaning of our liberties and our injustices and our existences, all muddled.”




This Side of the River
Samantha Jade Remigio
“I am not an essential worker. I should be more scared for them, I tell myself. They could bring the virus back home. My mother has asthma. But I don’t feel a thing. The world does not seem real to me anymore.”


One-Hundred Thousand Moments of Silence
Stewart Sinclair
The circumstances under which Memorial Day falls this year have brought me back to the same conclusions drawn by Kurt Vonnegut. “We are here, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”

Beyond the Window/In Silence
Kay Bell
Beyond the window
where the water brings
the handsome things
a song overrides the wreck
I listen

Closing Remarks
Hayden Corwin
“I had to tell my mother that graduation wasn’t going to happen. She cried over the phone.”

I’m Grateful, But I’m Pissed
Dana Gainey
Now I’m here, and I like who I am here, but I find my current position, and this current state of affairs, as unconscionable, if not criminal.

Figure it Out
Nick Vidal
My mom enters the living room and finds me self-loathing on the couch. She can read my thoughts on my face. She stands there smiling until I finally look up and notice her. “Figure it out,” she says, and exits laughing.