A poem by Rachna Shah i. born Sweat gathers upon brow, opal-shaped teardrops exerted Minutes trickle downward, agony-filled moments A pinch of pain, then a roar of pandemonium erupts Birthed is a wrinkly creature, blood-covered body ii. childhood The world is carved from dreams of tarts and sweets, She spends hours upon the ice, tracing images with plump figures Wobbling upon the creaking … Continue reading atlas hands
A piece of art by Liz Stewart & poetry by Sofia Sears there swim cyclical bodies in me my joints, cells, cramped inside; do my arms flail? there are planets inhabiting my being. there are novas. there is no room for you right now. I explode everyday. Continue reading sorry about the doom
This photoset is by Tatiana Butts and is, in her words, meant to encourage body positivity while still eating. She is a sixteen year old female photographer. You can find her on her Instagram and Flickr Continue reading Fruit Salad
A piece by Hannah May Contrary to popular belief, I like to think that most people are dreamers, or at least more dreamer than do-er. People who strive for greatness are few and far between. Though a lot of people start out with a dream career or life plan, somewhere in between kindergarten and nine to five jobs, we lose our drive to … Continue reading Bad Art
A poem + art I still look for you in the lapse between thunder and lightning. It’s always nothing when I stop to listen. I still search for you in the fog by the pier. I search for love in the ashes of old arguments. Do you look through your old journals for me? Do you remember me in fading words? Maybe I’m … Continue reading skins
Paintings from the talented Megan Tresca. Megan Tresca is a student at the Rhode Island School of Design majoring in painting. Her work examines themes of feminism, social constructs, visual culture and womanhood. Her website is portfolios.risd.edu/megantresca and her instagram is oldwelshwitch23. Continue reading Let’s Face It, We’re All Liars
art and poetry by Shannon King; you can find more of her work here hike through windy paths (death) depths of consciousness triggers are jokes (except for when I’m shaking) brain recoils at my body’s dispense wrinkled creases permanency (frown lines) botox my mind where it should be Continue reading trigger warnings
a photo series by liz stewart Continue reading Through a Rose-Colored Lense
by Lucia Zheng Recently, in a conversation with a group of highly accomplished, intelligent young men, I was told, with great insistence and conviction, that “third wave feminism has no place in the 21st century”. I’ll give them some credit for their investment in this conversation. They cited women’s suffrage, Title IX and access to birth control as major accomplishments of the feminist movement. But … Continue reading Third Wave Feminism: Where It Has Been and Where It Still Has to Go
A slam poem by Perry Mayo Wabi sabi: a free style Let’s talk wabi sabi. Sabi- a mindset, aesthetic of the Japs Ain’t nothing perfect bout this world, this body or this rap Wars are raging, lives at stake Boys wield guns, girls seem free to take This earth is divided by language and belief There’s no time to reconnect, to help or send relief … Continue reading wabi sabi
The Odyssey Zine 