Naked and Fallen
Jenna Citrus

Through Process
Emily Plummer

The Annex
Casey Burke

Tearing at Sores
Regis Louis

The Birth of Our Names
Tesneem Madani

Untitled No. 4
Sarah Kronz

Our Condition
Troy Neptune

On the Fundamentals of Art and the Soul
Ayla Maisey

In the Foreground
Aree Rachel Coltharp

Of a Woman
Jackie Vega

Winafret Casto

The Seventeen Seconds of Odette
Rachel Lietzow

Hidden in Sight
Jenna Citrus

Casandra Robledo

The Passage
Liam Trumble

Resentment as a Kind of Relief
Eric Kubacki

Beauty Standards
Sarah Kronz

Over the Kanawha
Claire Shanholtzer

Anne Livingston

Sponsorships & Acknowledgements

For Empty Spaces
Regis Louis

Liam Trumble

Culled from the Flock
Deborah Rocheleau

Searching for Divinity
Madeleine Richey

From Pillars to Dust
Madeleine Richey

As Best I Could Do
Hoda Fakhari

In Your Absence
Emma Croushore

Sarah Kronz

The Shadow of Paris
Anika Maiberger

The Liffey
Kara Wellman

Memories of Home
Audrey Lee

Jackie Vega

The Beauty in Fracturing
Taylor Woosley

Butcher Paper
Casandra Robledo

Human Scavenger
Devin Prasatek

Babel Was a Second Eden
Luke McCusker

The Painting in Gallery 26
Sydney Crago

Sofia Io Celli

Ayla Maisey



I’m half-submerged in waking, as my body
                bends the shadows on the floor. These eyes settle
below me—they skim the silhouettes that I attempt
                to trace. Streetlights flicker through the window,

they mirror how my impulses drip,
                resplendent from fingertips and ribs
unfurled. Those fervent threads cling to me:

    they spill

                and pool at my feet.

To catch a drop is to watch it
                shatter in my palm.
My hands hang still with sticky purpose—
the heat of it presses
ripples into bloom.
The currents swell and pull me


they demand that I speak their language.

I ask for their assurances.
                They send me back to shore.


About The Author

Ayla Maisey is a freshman at Columbia College Chicago majoring in creative nonfiction. Her other pursuits include wandering through foreign countries, amateur photography and writing poetry. You can often find her curled up with over-sweetened tea and her two cats, but she is probably in her house at that point, so please do not do that. She has never listened to Take Care, but she promises that she will when she finishes listening to An Awesome Wave.