By Alaina Triantafilledes

Perspective of voices that are commonly overlooked.

By Marissa Solomon

My Oma lives in New Hampshire sunsets.

Poem by Nicholas Sawyer

By Kate Brennan

In six hours, this same sun will wash over balconies and iron tables for coffee cups, ashtrays, and croissant flakes to bake in its warmth.

By Giovanna Veiga

“I miss you too,” I say to an empty room. But if I reach, out I can feel the scruff lining his jaw, the dip in his chin, the crease at the tip of his nose, all my favorite parts of him.

By Nina Piazza

By Shiharu Yamashita

We’ve had this conversation before—about Halsey Middle School, about how I’m not Korean—but really I wonder if she has any relatives and is lonely.

By Emily Kelleher

How leaving home made me feel the weight of where I came from.

By Emily Kelleher