collision, belonging, & peace

A poem by Domonique H.  We’ve got this sense of belonging. Like we’re all a part of something magical. And we all know it’s bigger than us, but the warm feeling that finally fitting in leaves in the pit of our hollow bellies  is more love than we’ve ever known. We’re all like floating stars and the longer we float the farther from everything we … Continue reading collision, belonging, & peace

stale night

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

riptide- a cover

This is certainly not intended to overgeneralize the adolescent population, because we as a generation clearly face far too much stereotyping/adult condescension/overgeneralization as it currently is, but as a teenage human, I can infer that the majority of my fellow teenage Americans find much meaning in music. Music. This is not a piece on music, because that is a far different piece, a highly complicated piece … Continue reading riptide- a cover

How One Woman’s Corpse Altered The Gender Hierarchy In Frankenstein

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

through thin skin

An anonymous submission.  After careful analysis, I’ve discovered that pool parties serve only two purposes. One, to be used as a social gathering for ten year olds, in which you invite only your bestest friends (or, for that matter, the entire grade) over and spray each other with water guns while simultaneously screaming and busting out the earholes of anybody nearby. The second, and primary … Continue reading through thin skin

Monsters in the Night

A piece by Lucia Zheng I prefer to avoid cliches, but unfortunately, in this incident, it’s unavoidable. I fear the Night. Perhaps because I treat it too much like an actual, tangible character, when in reality, it’s simply a space, a state. But its emptiness claws at me, its spidery fingers come lunging at me. When the silence sets, when everything sleeps, I am left … Continue reading Monsters in the Night

silenced- a short film

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