Mars Jones (he/they) // Contributor Please put me together in a way that I can’t Show me how my hands can fit in yours Show me how my pieces…
Literature
Change
Lucas Isidoro (he/him) // Videographer Phoebe Verdon (she/her) // Illustrator pocket money, just a few dimes loose coins that you found maybe in your glovebox? have you checked your…
The Void
Miriam Tellez (she/her) // Contributor JJ Eng (they/them) // Illustrator The days are all the same: endless, heavy, boring. There’s no sadness nor happiness. Just a sense of hopelessness…
returning to a natural state
Hunter Davis (she/her) // Contributor Jordan Richert (he/him) // Illustrator if i were a wolf and you were a hen in the morning id pluck out every tooth, every…
Home Shopping
Mars Jones (he/they) // Contributor Taylore Lawrence (she/her) // Illustrator 1. I am starting the second year of my life and all the practice that came before prepared me…
Do I Know What I Say?
Vansh Malhotra (He/Him) // Contributor Someone who had always been the answers to all my questions. Someone who now becomes a question mark to all my answers. Did talking…
10 Books to Read this September
Get back into an academic vibe with these books perfect for the start of the school year Gates Annai (they/she) // Literature Editor The Defining Decade: Why your…
Summer is the Season of Breakfast and Swimming
Sean Finan (any) // Crew Writer My yoghurt skin makes your graham cracker skin look a few shades darker. Evening sunlight glitters and gallops on the water, you always…
Spring Aesthetics
Feral Witch of the Woods
As you emerge into the day, you still feel the moon as they watch you from above the trees. The radiance of the sun can not tear you two apart. Gathering the plants needed for this afternoon’s potion making, you feel the restless power alive throughout the forest, echoing within you.