Between clouds in time-lapse, a glimpse of a distant memory, of the future.

Do you think the nails know they're being treated out of duty? That every coat— each wet brush stroke is bought?

Spring arrives in this poem, and with it new, unexpected friends.

A comic about a genocide and a ceasefire.

An opinion piece on the decline of the American rhetoric of righteousness under Trump and Hegseth.

Still asleep? Madness mingles with dreams in the continuation of Awake/Asleep.

This year began with the abduction of Venezuelan President Nicolás Maduro by the USA. This development in global politics not only demonstrates the US government’s colonial ambitions but reveals the hypocrisy of the West.

"There's no need to concern myself with anything existing outside my field of vision. [...] I could lie like this forever."

Ruminations on Helen of Troy.

A personal and poetic take on the Tower of Babel.

"Fragrance(s)" captures the fleeting impressions and ephemeral feelings of a summer's day.

On a cold day in April, Adib, an immigrant in Germany, wonders where life has fledWhere the Wood Anemones Grow by Merle Emrich (@merlu.em) Issue: November 2025 On a cold day in April, Adib, an immigrant in Germany, wonders where life has fled and follows a trail of absence into the forest on the edge of town.

The mycelium in the world’s soil was withering. And now his research was this: registering all the decay, chronicling the death of entire ecological civilizations.