the cover of the indicator. some objects are splayed against a brown cover.

The Indicator

PROSE

  • Spiced Apple Cake
    By MACKENZIE DUNSON
    The last thing my mother made for me was an apple spice cake. She always took pride in it because of the expansive apple tree that was the luminary of our backyard. It has always been the most beautiful thing about our house. The branches reaching for the sky, leaves and breath filling my own lungs, its fruit filling my stomach, and its blossoms filling my mind….Continue Reading Spiced Apple Cake
  • CHRISTMAS GIFT
    By SARAH WU
    I learned to be wrapped from a young age. Underneath a Christmas tree, I sat below their pine bottoms. Dangling lights brushed my forehead. Taught how presents should be dressed in lovely colors. Taught to be an object, paper wrapping hiding the curve of the natural body within…Continue Reading CHRISTMAS GIFT
  • konbini 
    By MIKIKO SUGA
    Every summer is a tradition of disappearing. There are times to be corporeal, and other times to dematerialize. It may simply be a matter of traversing impermanent boundaries, where one simply consumes what is in front of them. There is no need to contemplate too deeply, because something is always at risk of breaking if I do. …Continue Reading konbini 

POETRY

an image of a girl inside a blueish, wrinkled circle

Featured Fiction

CLARA CHIU
But I can feel your impatience. I am narrating this to you, Mother, so that you will remember me for more than a memory. — What is your obsession with letters? you would say. This is what you said when I told you I was going to spend the rest of my life studying words.

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Featured Poem

LILA SCHLISSEL
The best thing about having
two eyes wriggling around in your
head like minnows is that they
have already learned to blur
and your retina is cracked and crumbling

image of a body depicting pink organs laid out on red markings

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