POETRY

What Remains

Raw, bitter, gnarled roots

A well run dry

An amber brazier burnt to the wick

Gemma GradwellZoe FryMay 4, 2026Inheritance

Homecoming

Homecoming is an elusive feeling, and airports are curious borderlands.

Oishee ChandaAmelia OckwellMay 1, 2026Inheritance

First Movers

Socialism is good and capitalism is bad -

A truth universally acknowledged,

Stepan KuznetsovKaylee mooreApril 29, 2026Inheritance

Automated Life

I’m not broken,

I’m bruised,

Martha TargettDan EveryApril 9, 2026Inheritance

The Magic Lantern

Oh, Mother, do you remember

that tiny red projector,

decades old, that you still treasure so greatly?

Sofía TapiaImogen ScottApril 2, 2026Inheritance

Piecework

Cadmus had wept to see the Spartoi bloom.

Where father was craven, the sons were cruel;

Ella DeanKaylee mooreJanuary 9, 2026Inheritance