The Indicator
FICTION
- Flashbulb Memory and the Things I Have to Remind Myself to ForgetSOFIA HINCAPIE-RODRIGO
1. It’s a hot one, even for the South—the kind of summer where we are sticky with sunscreen and smelling like a flurry of coconuts and careless adolescence….Continue Reading Flashbulb Memory and the Things I Have to Remind Myself to Forget - my brother gets his college admissions letterSARAH WU
On the day my brother gets his college admissions, he picks his envelope up ever so gently, drags a finger across the edge of the flap, and peels back the white like he would peel back the skin of a banana. …Continue Reading my brother gets his college admissions letter - Pause and Break CAROLYN THOMAS
The winds howl outside, and the rain smacks the ground with a heavenly force. Although it is nighttime, the lightning strikes illuminate the sky—the clapping sound of thunder echoes outside. …Continue Reading Pause and Break
ESSAY
- Of Choosing a FavoriteDUSTIN COPELAND
The process of choosing a favorite of anything is fraught with contradiction. A “favorite” thing one moment is secondary the next, and even enduring preferences are (however momentarily) superseded by new obsessions every once in a while….Continue Reading Of Choosing a Favorite - It’s Quieter Than It Used To BeRACHEL HENDRICKSON
It’s quieter than it used to be. The scientists on the television are talking about how over the summer, everyone started noticing how loud the birds were. The crumpled man and overly-polished woman debated on whether or not it was the climate, lack of people, or just an increased noticing …Continue Reading It’s Quieter Than It Used To Be - For Mrs. Mauer, With GratitudeBRITTNEY NGUYEN
Dear Mrs. Mauer, It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen each other. The last time I ran into you was two years ago near the meat section at that new grocery store that opened near Costco, the one people were protesting outside of. You asked me how I was. I lied. …Continue Reading For Mrs. Mauer, With Gratitude
ESSAY
POETRY
- Broken Black HeartMIKAYAH PARSONS
Broken Black heart. / Tattered Black heart. / Broken Black fish. / Battered Black fish. / Black fish out of water. // I offered my Black heart on a silver platter, / And they took it for the slaughter….Continue Reading Broken Black Heart - Sea of SorrowTIIA MCKINNEY
Sparkling dark blue waters violently crashed over my head, / They pinned me under their strong currents, forcefully grabbing me in a chokehold / I desperately inhaled, trying to taste the salty air on my tongue,…Continue Reading Sea of Sorrow - RuminationsZOE ALARCON
You would approach your mother’s bed / Afraid of an intruder / Now you approach it / Afraid of yourself / Hoping she can save you from eternal tinnitus / Drown it forever with a peaceful sonata …Continue Reading Ruminations
Featured Fiction
MAGGIE WU
In autumn, I forget that I have knees, that I have legs, that I am embodied with the sour stench of sweat, the slime of sunscreen slathered on my back, and I pass into abstraction. I slink into my wool coat and feel impenetrable and smooth. Poreless and porcelain, like a China doll.
Art Gallery
Featured Poem
PRISCILLA LEE
Λόγος σάρξ ἐγένετο, scan my pinking flesh,
dented divots from my inky pen, no
墨 to drink. Excuse me, I play with babbles,
singing your scribbles.
