It was a dark and windy night. You walked into the condo with two large bags full of groceries, just in time for us to do the evening...

My shopping spree is over I am content in my mess Return my luxury For essentials I desire nothing more Than a bed Too hot to touch Fire...

— for my father You recognized the earnestness when I set out alone —you had always been my compass— with a thermos and your field...

Most people walk with a layer of soot over their eyes, yet they do not shed a tear or even blink. They walk with an arrow shooting out of...

Digital Art by Elias Mossa, an illustration student from California.

We’re in my hotel room, and it’s the third time he kissed me. In my memory I register the booze-blurred messy clumsiness, but at the time...

It was summer, a quarter of a century ago. I was twenty-one and had finished reading all classes at the Philology College of Belgrade....

Doubt has controlled me my entire life. It became so large I saw it in every corner of my existence.

Introducing the incredibly talented creatives who have contributed to the second issue of SQUID Literary & Arts Magazine

I dreamt about you again last night. It's always you. You said you can't dream anymore, so "How could it possibly have been me?"

early spring the air is still cold enough to risk the crocuses my suitcase full of jam jars I am skittish trundling all this breakable...

isn’t it so obvious- that we were never meant to be here bearing witness on this black & blooming eyelid ? yes, yes it is either...

The product known as "Oriental Hot Mustard" comes in a can much lighter than one would expect. That is, of course, because it is not sold...

Seul, je marchais sous des lueurs tamisées et les nuages. Dans la cave d’un bâtiment aux murs inachevés, et dans cinq des neuf étangs,...

The morning to dress, each soldier helps the other into surgical gowns and respirators before making the descent step by step, down to...

What if I used what the therapists I follow an Instagram call “positive self-talk?”

They keep removing our bones and rebuilding them weaker, before sewing us together with dread. At least our flesh remains the same, so we...

Throughout our childhoods, we are often told to beware the unknowns lurking in shadows. To be fearful of the obscurities shapeshifting in...

the maternal urge to lick your scalp and bite your fingers every day, firsts and lasts My heart, spilling through the holes in my chest...

Part I I am greedy, some others say. My jealousy for the nine lives of the stray cat amuses them. Apparently, it shouldn’t be that hard...