Shelby de Rond

January 4, 2021

To All the Zygotes I’ve Lost Before

A poem by LAURA DIGNUM-SMITH. To all the zygotes I’ve lost before Dear womb-lice, With your eggs and your sperms You think you made..

December 21, 2020

A Banana in Paris

A poem by ANNA DANG. I. ‘All Passports’, says the sign in front of me, I push mine sideways through the hole, like..

December 15, 2020

Origins as a Self-Journey

A photo essay by KATIE LI. There is a specific kind of loneliness that characterizes your being of ‘neither-nor’ – of being distant from your roots...

December 7, 2020

re.treat

A poem by MARIA PERSU. caressing light falling in-between brutalist blocks of cement & of living things houses decaying restaurants & shops snippets of..

November 30, 2020

Oh, Bad

A poem by BENJAMIN WATTS. Dawn haze lapped the linen milk-yellow Dappled with violet mullioned shadows Where gently, gentle Soft dust motes wandered Above her..

November 23, 2020

the way we heal

A poem by NICOLE FAN. torrential and of course there was no one around faced with the inescapable remedy of water invading lungs I..

November 9, 2020

30 Seconds

A story by ALEX FIGURSKI. I stand in front of the clock in the bathroom and count up to 30 seconds. I know that I..

November 2, 2020

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A poem by SAM HUDDLESTONE Watered correspondence – tiled beak covering – catching remainders of the sizzle between socket and plug. Place the..

October 27, 2020

Jerusalem is Where I Was Born

A poem by FRANCESCA KURLANSKY. Jerusalem is where I was born, six years ago. Amongst the shuffle of black-booted feet on white stone...

October 21, 2020

Ink: Part Two

READ Curator’s note: This post is the second and final instalment of a 2-part short story. The first instalment can be found on the SAVAGE..

October 19, 2020

Ink

A short story by DANIEL LEE. She is the lady from my dream, and she is sitting before me sipping at a cup of tea...

October 12, 2020

Refreshment

A poem by GEORGE DENNIS. Your bare feet leave misty prints on the floor; I’ll follow them through isles of tinned fruit, across tiles of..

Author: Shelby de Rond