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
Apocalypse
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
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
to be absolutely anything.
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.
what they don’t tell you about grief
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
christmas.
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.
P r e t t y
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
The Odyssey Zine 