Union

By Paul O. Jenkins

On a pleasant day in late April as a Kentucky wind crooned in his ear, Michael Morgan examined his ledger. Among credits he recorded the facts that Laura was tall and pretty...

When I had the chance to be god

By MK Kuol

on my way

to the church one sunday,

i crossed paths with a beggar...

Shore-gazing, Longing

By Daphodille

I sit by the grey ocean,

Salty as my tears.

An eerie calm has settled,

Not a single wave appears...

FICTION

SCRIBA VITA

Gravity

By HR Harper

At evening we made a fire at the edge of a blue lake high in the mountains near the border. We made the camp to heed the songs of robins and night herons—you would not admit you were cold...

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SCRIBA VITA

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SCRIBA VITA

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SCRIBA VITA

Issue No. 6: Scriba Vita

The Anatomy of a Firework

By Renee Chen

After the afternoon of scouting the hilltop for a campsite, we were truly famished by the time the fire was hot enough. Gabor brought the sausages...

Some observations made by the ghost of a dying year

By Kouseyi Saha

as he floats through the streets thronging with a festive busy-ness...

To the Boy You Once Were

By Sumayah

You despise him for

his actions, his shadows, his lies,

the marks he hid beneath the guise...

FICTION

AETERNUM SCRIPTOR

I Come Here With a Farewell's Hand

By Adonis Alegre

There is an end to the things that’s like seems forever,

like the sunken-ship of the self...

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AETERNUM SCRIPTOR

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AETERNUM SCRIPTOR

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AETERNUM SCRIPTOR

Issue No. 5: Aeternum Scriptor

The Secret Cave

By Zary Fekete

After the afternoon of scouting the hilltop for a campsite, we were truly famished by the time the fire was hot enough. Gabor brought the sausages, fresh the countryside where his grandparents were from...

With You

By Marianna Page

The news anchor’s voice was a blur of panic and utter disbelief as Marisol stared wide-eyed at the screen, thumb hovering over the phone, wondering if it was too late to call...

Mary Oliver Would Ask Me

By Mallory Gunther

To go touch grass.

To stop tossing worrywart

Wishes down the future well...

NONFICTION

MUSA ET VERBUM

Psychosomatic

By Angeli Arellano

I might have been able to make me fall in love,

but why can’t I keep my anger from being unfound?

I write to rage and engage in bedroom...

FICTION

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MUSA ET VERBUM

MUSA ET VERBUM

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MUSA ET VERBUM

Issue No. 4: Musa et Verbum

Issue No. 3: Pulsus Litterae

Sunshine

By Zary Fekete

The sun setting across the campus mall was too tempting to resist, and Gaspar snapped a few pictures. A strong sense of promise swept over him. He held the mental impossibility in his mind...

Housekeeping

By Cecilia Kennedy

If the sun slips just right between the curtains, and the air smells fresh, and the floors glisten, then my home is perfect, and I feel rich. Until I look at the neighbors’ house across from mine...

Monarch Butterfly

By Özge Lena

Think:

you’re less than half

a gram with bronze dust

that sprinkles & sprinkles...

FICTION

PULSUS LITTERAE

The Blood Price For Power

By Erinfolami Mayowa Toheeb

A sliver of silver

bolting from bushes -

slinks up the garden path tail-to-sky -

FICTION

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PULSUS LITTERAE

PULSUS LITTERAE

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PULSUS LITTERAE

Business Bear

By Ethan Wang

Business Bear weighed 800 pounds, and his apartment was 500 square feet. He was getting dressed for work, buttoning his too-small, dark brown wool suit that he had found in a clearance sale seven years ago...

Budapest Bus by Night

By Zary Fekete

“In spite of the knives, I still prefer driving at night.”

Gabor said this as the bus crested the top of Gellert Hill...

Pulsing Seasons

By Claire Kroening

The air is too warm for October;

leaves prematurely singe,

a sky once clear...

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VOX NOVUM

Russian Blue

By Leusa Lloyd

Power makes people hungry sometimes,

Like thirst that craves the quench of water...

NONFICTION

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VOX NOVUM

VOX NOVUM

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VOX NOVUM

Issue No. 2: Vox Novum