N˚2
He was beginning to doubt himself. The ceramics have savored/your tortured ivory. The air was soft and smelled of orange blossoms. She guesses that her baby must be inside the shape that these lines sketch out as they move.
August 2026
ISSUE N˚2
01Briony Dawson
FICTION
02Valentine Penrose,
trans.
Mia X. Pérez
POETRY (TRANSLATION)
03Elizabeth Atherton
FICTION
04Aloma Rodriguez
FICTION (TRANSLATION)
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