Have you heard of chapbooks—the little cousin to novels, essay collections, and short story collections? If not, you’re missing out on an entire series of short works from today’s writers. Modern publ...

People usually keep the dead in their minds or their hearts or their dreams, but I made a copy of my dead boyfriend before he passed away, and placed him in my computer, because I’d lost people bef…

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

Tint Journal is an online literary magazine dedicated to ESL or non-native English creative writing. Read and listen to innovative, tinted fiction, nonfiction and poetry.

Tint Journal is an online literary magazine dedicated to ESL or non-native English creative writing. Read and listen to innovative, tinted fiction, nonfiction and poetry.

Daisy had been his everything since forever, but especially after she got sick and he gave up his job and his friends and his garage projects to take care of her.

Capilano by Sudha Balagopal Old Dog by Scott Bolendz Cockaleekie by Kathryn Kulpa Okay, Maybe Just a Little Hoot From Time to Time Lemonhead Ferris Wheel by Tara Campbell Ghost Museum by Mileva Anasta...

Daisy had been his everything since forever, but especially after she got sick and he gave up his job and his friends and his garage projects to take care of her.

Yesterday I got so frustrated with myself.

He only died old. He was old and gray and tired, and we caressed his wrinkled hands before they took him away, and we stared at his lifeless body, because we knew it was the last time we’d see him, an...

Once upon a lupine nightmare, there was this cat who wasn’t a cat, but she wore cat makeup and cat clothes and acted like a proper cat and nobody knew she wasn’t a cat. The cat was two wolves in a wol...

He only died old. He was old and gray and tired, and we caressed his wrinkled hands before they took him away, and we stared at his lifeless body, because we knew it was the last time we’d see him, an...

Grief Algebra We sit in silence around a table of four. We’re only three, because someone is missing. His chair is empty and will remain silent until someone visits and sits there, unaware of the v…

Grief Algebra We sit in silence around a table of four. We’re only three, because someone is missing. His chair is empty and will remain silent until someone visits and sits there, unaware of the v…