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Echoes of Vulnerability: Lina Phoebe Jeong and the Intimate Universe of 'I House Them All’
‘I House Them All’ is a book of short stories that contain multitudes within them. They’ll make you think fondly of the you that you used to be and the people who loved you then. They’ll make you forgive yourself. They’ll make you listen to the noises in your head and make peace with them. And they’ll make you want to keep in touch with yourself going forward—keeping tabs on each version of you, Are you okay? Are you grateful? Do you need someone to sit with you for a moment? It’s okay to ask.
Girl In a Dying World
This is our future. So, don’t blame us for being reckless, irresponsible and high. Life should be about living, seeking, loving, crying, being heartbroken or drinking on the rooftops at 1 a.m. We are just trying to suck out the last drops of feeling before the world runs dry. Before it’s your time to go and our time to face what you have given us.
“The Tea Tastes Different This Morning”- a Covid-19 Collaborative Poem
A month ago, we asked 50+ participants to create work relating to COVID-19 over the course of 24 hours, and then pulled our favourite lines from each one to form a collective experience through a single poem. Following the cycles of human nature and grief, this is a love letter to the people who helped create it.
This Is Your Life
It may seem obvious, but when I stopped spending hours on my computer trying to figure out what to do with myself for the next 5 years and just went outside, there was suddenly nothing wrong in the world.
Dealing With Depression (Alone, in Spain)
I was totally stripped down; all I had to show for myself was … me. And for all the time I was spending alone, I didn’t really know who I was.
I Moved Countries for a University and Dropped Out After 2 Weeks
It’s important to acknowledge that big moves — especially to start school — will derail your current reality. Life is going to change completely. But this makes space for new passions, experiences, and lessons to come into your life.
shiny white teeth, hollowed out youth
like we are still small children, and freedom is the red frog we’ve been rolling around in our mouth instead of swallowing
Issue 1 Cutting Room Floor
The quality of work we had to cut was pretty astounding, but I guess that’s a testament to the quality of the magazine itself.
Issue 1 Excerpt: a letter to suburbia, from the shower, crying
I wish my fear of stagnation wouldn’t collide so well with your stillness. Maybe then I wouldn’t need to drive around at night, spilling words, to feel like I’m moving.
Issue 1 Excerpt: Reclaiming My Sexuality
I tell flame-haired girls and golden bright boys that I love them, I’m rejected, and I heal.
Dear Samaia
Sixteen, you were in your Kurt Cobain phase.
an open letter to my younger self
The world is yours, take care.
a letter (confession) to my mama, on the road to san francisco
I wish I could give you all of my naiveness so that you could allow yourself to fall in love with the world once again.
Identity Like Honey
The city that birthed me does not feel like my mother, but rather a close aunt.
How’s It Sound?
Not just any yellow, the yellow that drapes a worn chair in the corner of your room, reminding you of expired sunshine in the earliest hours of the day.
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
I always find myself reaching for little faded memories of whispered verses during a half asleep car-ride, or the way they’d move their thumb in circles around the palm of your hand when preoccupied.
You & I
Our giggles had been replaced with frowns and absolutely nothing was glittering. You were speaking in a dead language that I was no longer fluent in.
No Re-Entry
Journals from the moshpit.