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
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
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
A piece by Lucia Zheng I still remember a time when I was told, “you can be anything you want to be”. And I, like every other 5 year old, acted accordingly. In a blissfully unaware state. I think back then, everyone had a little more fire to them, a little more of a kick, a wildness. There’s a purity, a release, I still see … Continue reading to be absolutely anything.
A piece by Bella Roth You never know when you are going to lose someone. You never really know when it’s going to be the last time you ever talk to a person before they’re just gone. There’s a void in your body that you never knew was once filled. And the worst part is, is that you’re never taught about grief until after the … Continue reading what they don’t tell you about grief