a popped spirit

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

observe

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

coven

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

standing with kesha

  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

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