Disappointment smells like the burnt edges of the books in Fahrenheit 451 The city becomes too small at night. The world will close in and curtains must be drawn The shadows will not go. I will hold myself into anything; abyss solitude emptiness I will carry myself through hell but it will not be beautiful The sun still rises and people … Continue reading shrinking girl
An anonymous poem Six a.m. We lie, lying on these zero-slopes, lying to ourselves Unencumbered by the light that forces us to face eternal gloom, we zoom- Out of reality, leaving it a speck, horrifyingly tangible yet so far down repressed: Like a spring it will take rise, but relish as we must the intermediary time. We ourselves are poisoned, poisoned by our beds to … Continue reading six am
Art by Sofia Sears This is a selection of collages from my art journal. Continue reading restless- a collage series
A photo series by Sofia Sears & Peter Stern; thanks to Liz and Kayla for modeling. This photo series was inspired by the song “Oh Henry,” sung quite hauntingly and brilliantly by Judy Henske. It plays off of the historical prosecution of women; the oppression targeted at women directly through the label of “witches,” particularly teenage girls. In film, literature, pop culture, and history, this timeless, … Continue reading coven
A poem by Sofia Sears The girl who loses time in between counting each breath and breaking apart bread to celebrate bones untorn and skin still with heat The world that curses her existence with its ignorance and melodic indifference towards it which crumples soft wishes into pale love-notes addressed to the universe stained with paper-cut fingertips The headache that lingers through shaken nights that … Continue reading stale night
An essay by Peter Stern Women are just as capable as men. Why is this statement controversial? Today, in 2015, women still only earn 78 cents to every dollar a man makes, promoting the view that women are far less superior. Such themes can be examined in Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Mary Shelley was an English novelist who lived in the 19th century. She … Continue reading How One Woman’s Corpse Altered The Gender Hierarchy In Frankenstein
Liz Stewart, one of my good friends and one of the quirkiest, most intelligent girls I know, shares my utmost pain in the relentless refusal of patriarchy to die out. She also shares my frustration in the lack of attention being brought to combat the brutal, often insidious, social pandemic that is domestic violence. Liz has written and produced a beautiful, poignant short film meant to … Continue reading silenced- a short film
A poem by Sofia Sears two roads intersect at midnight the world cracks apart as the cars collide the lightning prys through broken windows into empty houses tries to grasp onto life where there is none anymore her spine cracks as he shoves her to the ground he says he really didn’t mean to sterility and cream colored curtains; last words her … Continue reading christmas.
A poem by Sofia Sears you’re pretty p r e t t y the word hangs flat on my tongue tastes of sawdust; drys the saliva out a universal chant rings out at once we are a void we are nothing the world goes still and holds its anxious breath a sigh of relief at my thank you and blush of the … Continue reading P r e t t y
A poem by Sofia Sears am I bitter for these wishes/I hold/that stale and sour underneath the mold of passivity/these dreams dried and crunched/broken leaves toasting on the ground/or do these wishes float away/specks of dirt on still water/lifeless ashes dancing up into crevices of chimneys/are they stuttering choking on blood/dried and sticky on my lips/do I too/become deformed and unnatural/sick with the waste building … Continue reading Wishes
The Odyssey Zine 