This is a piece I wrote in the summer of 2016. It’s unpolished and unedited, but that’s why I’m publishing it. By Sofia Sears I confront adolescence through a soccer ball. The wind breaks and cracks against my neck and the unsparing humidity of the Rhode Island summer night stifles the soft panting of tracheal discomfort into heaving gasps. Loose feet dazedly stumbling over one … Continue reading soccer practice
I recently attended a protest against the unconstitutional, dehumanizing, and authoritarian-leaning Muslim ban last weekend, signed into effect by President Trump in an executive action. I am unequivocal in my belief that this is not a terrorist ban, as Trump puts it, as the majority of countries banned are majority-Muslim countries and have also produced some of the fewest amounts of terrorists statistically. To dehumanize, disparage, … Continue reading power to the people
A letter from our editor-in-chief, Sofia Sears. The world is a brutal thing that contorts and destroys; things do not falter in their impermanence or instability. Tonight is one of those very things we cannot ever accept or think of as fair but must live through anyways. It is a night that feels cruel, and unwanted, and we shiver away from in this nauseated helplessness, … Continue reading one last time
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 sonnet by Peter Stern Listen, and soft waves of glass tear pink flesh, A diluted garland wishes to fly, She holds idle as pain’d salty tears thresh, They fill her ears: spirits ask her to die. A maiden travels down a screaming brook, Her crack’d palms reach for a blue salvation, Of our hearts, sin ‘twas the only shard she took, Must we … Continue reading Treading Water
A piece by Lily Alexander When I was younger, I would tie balloons to my wrist and walk around, a short creature tethered to a brightly colored floating orb. I used to love doing this and would instantaneously burst into tears whenever my balloon got caught on a tree branch and popped. The loss of air and thus life, caused me to become distraught. ⏏ … Continue reading a popped spirit
A poem by Danae Kawamoto A girl once believed she’d soar with her dreams. Unencumbered, desire carried her heart. As her mind ripened, so did savage screams, Of the beasts that tear conviction apart. Beneath fractured smiles, minds confine the new, Remaining, solely fragments left behind. Escaping the dark, she aims to pursue Freedom, the single drug that cures the blind. Helpless, a wasted drop … Continue reading observe
A piece by Perry Mayo Wham, bam, thank you man, get inside my fuckin’ gold Trans Am. As a teenager growing up in a world of social media, insecurity, and the struggle to find an identity, it’s hard to find someone to look up to and to model myself after. There are so many wholesome options, Oprah, or Taylor Swift, for example. How boring. … Continue reading standing with kesha
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
A poem by Sofia Sears Working in a grocery store with a girl too wide for this town and this world and she looks down too often. Tearing through old heaps of mail to find reluctant bills with too many words I forgot how to react to the blood on the television and the croaking bullets that land outside my window like frogs splashing into … Continue reading Apocalypse
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