CULTURES OF ART, POETRY & STORIES

NEW RELEASE: METAMORPHOSES — LIVES IN TRANSLATION Read more! Step into a new editorial chapter where identity, perception, and lived experience are re-examined through global creative expression. This issue invites poets, writers, visual artists, and storytellers to move beyond fixed narratives and explore transformation through art. Presented in collaboration with Krafty Page ChronicleS, The Rhythm Of Vietnam, MultiCultural Press, Nelly & Mai, this release continues a commitment to multicultural storytelling, structured literary curation, and bold creative voice. CALL FOR CONTRIBUTORS This global initiative explores transformation across identity, culture, memory, privilege, and perception. Contributors are invited to submit original work that challenges perspective and expands narrative boundaries. Choose from the following prompts:   Waking up in a new identity and what remains unchanged Shifting gender, race, or cultural experience and its impact on survival and p...

I didn’t choose this cover because it looked the best. I chose it because it told the truth. I went through multiple directions, each one strong in its own way. Some were clean. Some leaned heavy into culture. Others pushed symbolism. But none of them held the full weight of what this issue represents. This one did. It stayed with me because it captures both sides of transformation. Not just what we become, but what it takes to get there. What you see is the butterfly, but I don’t stop there. I think about the cocoon. That quiet, unseen place where change happens without recognition. That cocoon can exist anywhere. In any field, any culture, any tree, any environment. It doesn’t matter where it forms. Growth is not limited by where it starts. What matters is what comes out of it. The butterfly carries that truth. It reflects evolution shaped by pressure, experience, and identity. The world around it matters too. The colors, the layers, the different cultural expressions. They are not j...

It didn’t start loud. No fireworks. No illusions. Just two people crossing paths like it was meant to mean something. And for a while, it did. He wasn’t the type to play games. What he gave was real. Time. Presence. Consistency. The kind of love that doesn’t need to be announced because it shows up. She saw it. She felt it. But somewhere along the way, feeling it wasn’t enough to protect it. Things didn’t break all at once. They shifted. Energy changed. Conversations got shorter. Eyes stopped holding the same truth. He noticed. Of course he did. But he’s not built to accuse without cause. He watches. He reads. He understands. Then one day, the truth surfaced like it had been waiting its turn. She stepped outside of what they built. Not by accident. Not by confusion. By choice. And that’s what mattered most. He didn’t argue. Didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t chase an explanation that wouldn’t fix anything. He just stood there for a moment, processing what he already felt coming. You can te...