Pasar Malam


“The world has reduced him to the most primal form of begging because pity is not enough to halt people in their tracks and give him what they can.”



“Ava stopped laying her head on my shoulder. She found other people to help illustrate her story”

Blossoming II


“Watch the tide of breastbone into hair into infinitesimal corridors of bright, bright, bright endless sternum and stolid bone.”

Sestina of the Twenties


“She tells me that in her youth, footsore nights
were spent at speakeasies, buried beneath opal
sequins, where men lined up at bars to see
the way she would dance.”



“It’s not like you’re going to take one bite of it and suddenly your belt buckle will burst off with a pop, hitting Stacy with such force that she can never see out of her right eye properly again.”

Taupe Step Stool


“she’s standing on the taupe step stool from my childhood home.
In the kitchen, it was used to reach the ice cream cones.”



“I once shielded a heart the length of a beluga, width of a stingray. ”



“Sweaty and polluted, the scent of Vietnam fills your head and your lungs, so all-encompassing that you feel like you’re swimming in it, blissfully surrounded.”

Spring 2017

Letter from the Editor

Dearest Reader,

A unique situation left what we had inherited of LiveWire feeling wavering and delicate as a seedling, and it’s easy to feel protective over something deeply precious. As tempting as it was to keep the seed safely tucked away in my pocket, it needed sunshine; its rightful place was to be of the world. Our job as a staff was to get our hands dirty and trust the tiny seed to weather the elements of the creative process.

Much of what makes nature a force is its vulnerability, its wholly surrendering to the unpredictability of itself. The writers and artists present in this issue capture the enduring resilience it takes to be vulnerable, while also acknowledging human frailty and its demand to be understood. By extending their stories, both visual and prose, the artists share what it means to allow the precarious nature of life to shape our landscape, and maybe even help us to come out on the other side a little bit greener because of it.

It is vital to the human experience that we pass through greyer seasons; where we shed our unfamiliar selves, let go of the people that must leave, and navigate with only the dim light of acceptance. However, this issue’s writers also give readers the space and gleaming hope of springtime to break soil, to flourish with a tender ruthlessness and burst forth into evergreen.

The privilege of crafting this issue and tending to these stories was handled with great, great heart. It was an offer that never comes around the same way twice, and an endeavor undoubtedly complemented by a generous, dedicated staff plucked straight from my dreams.

All my thoughts and gratitude,

Kim Roxas
Editor in Chief