What would you do with a second chance at life?
Invisible City Issue 6 contributors dive into the unknown abyss that we call living. They share stories of triumph, of fear, of humanity.
There is so much world to explore, yet such limited time to do it. Stories help fill in the void. They give life a backbone, a pulse. They help us find meaning. They allow us to thrive, familiarize and connect in our increasingly global society.
Our contributors explore what it means to be a human in today’s world. Invisible City celebrates this humanity in all its forms, as we uncover stories and memories that give us a new, revitalized sense of life.
In the goldening late afternoon sun, screeching green loros fly from tree to eucalyptus tree. A boy rides a white horse bareback down a dirt street.Read the essay →
when bad nights unfurl to form a crosswalk into a day alive with butterflies
all this time we were seated for our own
share of the light now it doesn’t matter
how much furrows are set in our buttsRead the poem →
Our synapses start firing as we form and recollect anecdotes or events that have impacted us throughout our lives. We lose and regrow important brain connections that may lead to a forgotten smile or worse.Read the essay →
He was on emergency leave when it happened, home in time for his mother to enter hospice, greeted at the airport by volunteers waving little American flags. I was “home for Christmas,” my meager belongings stored in a CubeSmart storage unit while I figured out my next move.Read the story →
What One Needs in the Wilderness
No heavy machinery could tame the sandy unpaved road outside Babcia’s Augustów house. A grunting tractor pulling a drum came through every couple of months, but soon all who walked the road could feel its sting in their calves again.Read the story →
The Boy in the TV
The boy in the TV has golden streaks like honey in his hair and two blue diamonds for eyes, face open like a window streaming sunlight. Watch as his brows furrow over inscrutable hazel orbs, jet black hair slicked smooth and reflecting pale moonlight.Read the story →
A Physiotherapy with A Bird
First assignment: Underline the words that describe you.
My father has a hunchback for beauty.
Gunshot in Borno— girls do not know how to smile.Read the poem →
“I think sometimes I am not woman, but…”
incubator, talking point, someone’s mother,
sister, daughter, girlfriend—at least I could be.
Sometimes the closet, and by that, I mean the hanger.Read the poem →
Ben Briggs | Editor-in-Chief
Jess Reincke | Production Editor
Olivia Berriz | Production Assistant
KC Crawford | Nonfiction Editor
Olivia Berriz | Poetry Editor
Eden Julia Sugay | Poetry Editor
Anna Deh | Fiction Editor
Gretchen Lehtonen Hopkins | Fiction Editor
Erik Johnson | Assistant Nonfiction Editor
Katelynn Williams | Assistant Nonfiction Editor
Bryce Sears | Assistant Fiction Editor
Jake Yarnold | Assistant Fiction Editor
Sasha Rene’ | Assistant Poetry Editor
Readers: Connie Chen, Robert Perea, Lilia Farrell, T.S. Leonard, Lu Huang, Alexandria Hutton, Sonya Pendrey, Kristin Jensen, Erin Rex, Virginia Rider, Rosa King, Robin Foster, Caraghan Selfridge, and Lucy Weltner.