Prose

A Layer for the Lawmakers, by Kai da Luz

A Dantesque canto criticizing restrictive immigration legislation. We took our leave from that last horrid layer and tried to shake its...

From the oval-shaped flower-bed there rose perhaps a hundred stalks spreading into heart-shaped or tongue-shaped leaves halfway up and...

Fifteen-year-old Emma Wilson coughed as she breathed in the harsh winter air of New York City. Ouch, she thought as she continued down...

Everything looks the same, but it feels different this time. It’s morning and it’s warm. Too warm for this time of day. Or maybe it’s...

Opens its arms to welcome us, the sick, from the United States of America. Has no beds left but borrows us chairs to sit down six feet...