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
by Lucia Zheng Recently, in a conversation with a group of highly accomplished, intelligent young men, I was told, with great insistence and conviction, that “third wave feminism has no place in the 21st century”. I’ll give them some credit for their investment in this conversation. They cited women’s suffrage, Title IX and access to birth control as major accomplishments of the feminist movement. But … Continue reading Third Wave Feminism: Where It Has Been and Where It Still Has to Go
a piece by Sofia Sears, recently published on the political blog OpinYoung, copied here: “No woman can call herself free who does not control her own body.” – Margaret Sanger The free reign of rape apologists and anti-abortion activists (often synonymous)– is a topic we ought to scrupulously dissect. However, in a country as embedded with deep-seated fear of the potential “dangers” intrinsic to women … Continue reading The A Word
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
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
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 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
The Odyssey Zine 