by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 24, 2021 | 2021, Flash Fiction, September
Don’t tell Eli. But I keep one of her bottles in my backpack. One of these days, a big announcement is going to go out on the radio saying it’s all over and things can go back to how they used to be. We won’t have to walk every day and sleep in a tent, praying another...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Sep 18, 2021 | 2021, Poetry, September
mirage by John Sweet https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/mirage_-_john_sweet.m4a drugstore at the farthest edge of the desert but we had a map, had my hands in your blood, had your teeth in my heart...
by Junpei Tarashi | Sep 2, 2021 | 2021, Poetry, September
Sobre un café nos conocimos, en solo días una amistad nació, se nos reveló. Por esas mañanas tranquilas en la cocina, que era como oasis, solo importaba el café y la conversación. Esos momentos de paz- más que necesarios; contienen una cualidad vidal. Cuando hay mucho...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 22, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
The Onion in My Pantry by Kyle Brandt-Lubart https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/The-Onion-In-My-Pantry.m4a (I-Dec) It’s winter No longer or more abrasive than it usually is Every morning begs me to suspend my disbelief in bad...
by Junpei Tarashi | Aug 13, 2021 | 2021, August, Flash Fiction
Every autumn day, Rose passes by the hot air balloon field in Stillwater, wishing she had enough money in order to go up for just one ride. Last winter had not just taken a toll on Rose, it took nearly everything she had left. Now, she has a frostbitten toe and a...
by Surosree Chaudhuri | Aug 5, 2021 | 2021, August, Poetry
antibiotics paddleundiagnosed dysmorphiadivining the Tigrisblood / brain / barriergiving me aneed to peemyunfelt dreamten poundsbelow average weightfinally somebodyyetnobody thinks to say are you really okayI must be my bodydisappearing at seaa shadow back...
