White Wall Review

Hajer Mirwali is a Palestinian and Iraqi writer living in Toronto. Her first book, Revolutions (Talonbooks, 2025), is a collection of poetry on shame, pleasure, and Arab Muslim girlhood.

Chirag Saini

Featured Nonfiction

Fly

Lys Little |

There were so many birds that each time the flock took off the entire sky filled with black wings.

Jakob Owens

The Treason of Gravity

KG Newman |

My happiness goes open-source
amid an apocalypse of baseball games.

Cayton Heath

The Rewiring

KG Newman |

End of autumn
skinned kneecaps
chasing the dragonflies trying
to take victory laps

Mariola Grobelska

Preparing To Cauterize

KG Newman |

we seek, the bloom we dream about, the blowtorch
turned blue, ready to burn us whole again.

Thomas Kinto

Featured Nonfiction

What is to be Viewed? Shoah, Godard, and Gaza

Finn Kobler |

The Yom Kippur act of Teshuvah, of repentance, of reconstructing oneself to be better, is an inherently creative one. It is also a revolutionary one, but to engage in that revolution, one needs the yetzer: the impulse to create.

Billy Pasco

Enclosure

Catherine Mose |

“I still think you should be worried about what I was telling you yesterday. She might go for the macaques next. Could be one of those ecoterrorists.”

Sergiu Jurca

Sting Ray Shuffle

Jackie George |

June 24, 2026

Growing up in Florida, we were taught to drag our feet along the sand as we waded into the water, to scuff up enough silt to scare sting rays away.

Jahanzeb Ahsan

Diêm Vương is Here!

Patrick Johnston |

June 24, 2026

Peach blossom Tết fireworks and empty boulevards
blistering across the sky

Spring Fed Images

Dust to Dust

Alanah Hunsdorfer |

June 17, 2026

Her jaw drops open halfway, and for a moment I think she’s forgotten to breathe. I watch as a range of emotions flash across her face. Disbelief. Terror. Confusion. Disgust. Intrigue. A hint of impressed?

Sebastien Gabriel

My Heaven

Leah Smith |

June 17, 2026

To sleep and feel rested. To fully remember the smell of those woods,

Lera Kogan

Futile

Natasha Noto |

June 5, 2026

I’m laying on my bed with only a towel covering my body. I stare at the DM left on seen from a week ago, when I gave The Photographer my email the night of the shoot. Did he really just ghost me?

Rob Laughter