Mars Jones (he/they) // Contributor I’m sick of reading writing thats written better by better men then mine. Than me. I’m sick of only knowing the difference between then…
Tag: Poetry
I was lying on my bed and crying about poetry
Ren Zhang (they/them) // Contributor Jordan Richert (he/him) // Illustrator I was lying on my bed and crying about poetry Why couldn’t I create a beautiful thing. If I…
Show Me
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…
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…
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…