We are proud to present
Issue Eight
of No Contact
It’s 5am-ish, and my father tells me a story from his time in Singapore
by Exodus Oktavia Brownlow
It is 5am-ish in the morning, and the sky is just beginning to become.
A Few Young People Lucky Enough
by Jocelyn M. Ulevicus
There is a lonely suffering now of something I feel but cannot name, an inherited memory of hunger belonging, and not quite belonging to me, the person of me in this moment.