Author: helicon
Man of Steel
Nastia Goddard I remember most clearly how he stood in the middle of the insufferably quiet park square on that last day: defiantly motionless against the hot Arizona sun. I remember the remnants and remains of colored water balloons that littered the cement by his worn shoes. I remember how everyone else had gone home… Read More Man of Steel
Casual Friday
August Moore-Manakas August Moore-Manakas is a junior in Weinberg with a major in Cognitive Science and a minor in Art Theory and Practice.
The Taste of Blood
Wylde Laden My lips, fresh cracked from the cold patterned like a concha, shining with the snow the light touch of the world on my fingertips slowly fading from my grasp and turning blue – the color of your eyes, the color of Everything, the wind, which sounds like you blowing hot food, which sounds… Read More The Taste of Blood
Dream About the Pyramids
Kieran Mulligan I’m me in this dream and the crocodiles are back and we’re all at the Kroger shopping. The sign says “cheap scrap” and the scrap is cheap, since you can get a dozen for four and four for a dozen, fresh off the heap either way and still and cold like a dead… Read More Dream About the Pyramids
Echoes in the Glow II
Joss Broward Joss Broward is a sophomore at Medill, studying journalism, IMC and political science. Glued to his camera since before high school, he loves exploring multiple photographic niches and refuses to pick just one. His work can be found across a range of Northwestern clubs, departments and publications, where he continues to experiment with… Read More Echoes in the Glow II
Yield
Juliana Hung There was never a teacher x speaking about the feeling of experiencing x an end in slow motion. A Tesla crashes into x our Toyota hip¹, leaving a x … Read More Yield
First Time Reader
Naomi Ko She stages. Metal doors sing a cacophony of screeches as they open, chubby feet already toddling forward, kissing the ash carpet of Floor Five. The mother falls behind, novels from a trip to the stacks towering, sweating sentences. (It is too late.) Stubby fingers stun the length of an eggshell wall with grease… Read More First Time Reader
Fiji Water
Juliana Hung Fiji Water¹ 1. Three hundred islands in the sun, a the hum of the lali drum a bumps us towards a wooden welcome of a … Read More Fiji Water
Vessel
Jemma Wygodny Jemma Wygodny is a freshman in McCormick studying Manufacturing and Design Engineering and ATP. In her art, she is interested in portraying reflective surfaces as physical manifestations of self-reflection. Keep up with her work on Instagram: @jemmawart.
Growing Up
Alyson Font 5 I am so close to the glass window that I can see my freckled face stare back at me. My breath soon creates a fog over the glass – beads of precipitation covering my inquiring gaze. The heat is suffocating. The sweat from my legs causes my skin to stick to the… Read More Growing Up
