Author: helicon
Pássaros Caindo
Francesco Thorik-Saboia Francesco Thorik-Saboia is a photographer from Jersey. Likes bossa nova. Likes red wine.
Corazón Partido
Mauricio Audirac mi alma es dos two halves mi corazón se parte a la mitad cut deep by a machete no sé quién soy, mexicano o a gringo chicano or latino serán mejores las memelas o a nice juicy cheeseburger toma el jugo del agave drink a nice cool tequila corre, corre para estados unidos… Read More Corazón Partido
Church Avenue and East 34th Street
Elijah Elvin Where is time spared to make change? Is it as seconds become less & less & not many, in a reach for life that is so minute yet so fickle? Or will it be before our skin turns to grime– And doomsday’s vessels trickle? Shall we be the weak that forever stays shorter?… Read More Church Avenue and East 34th Street
Midnight Michael, My Mother, and Me
James Frazier-Wilson It is nighttime, at the train station, a faded facade of concrete and metal. I can tell where the paint used to be bright, where the grimy steps used to be clean, what the stony pillars looked like before they were cluttered with missing posters and advertisements for yoga classes. It is ugly… Read More Midnight Michael, My Mother, and Me
Creation
Riley Harrison The world is both beautiful and fearsome. Today the wind reckons against me. The water drags large stones upon my heel. Every bird’s shadow clips closely. The flies do not stop whirring their engines near my ears. Close to shore, seals tease sharks and more bugs park along my bright beach towel. The… Read More Creation
A Week in My Mind in Preparation For an Afternoon in Exotic Rugs
Kieran Mulligan There is a version of this story in which I arrive at the rug store and say “I’m working on a project for my writing class where we have to immerse ourselves in a location and write about it, I promise I’ll do my best rug impression and stay out of the way,”… Read More A Week in My Mind in Preparation For an Afternoon in Exotic Rugs
Recognition
at an exhibit of Orbicular Batfish in Shedd Aquarium Riley Harrison The tank was full of them. On their side of the glass— a vibrant school idly circling, and on mine— a parallel swarm of children. I caught the eye of one fish and tried with my mind to will it toward me until it slowly… Read More Recognition
OACR Abstraction
Angelina Randazzo Angelina Randazzo is a School of Communications sophomore majoring in RTVF and minoring in Art Theory and Practice.
Staying Up
Greta R. Cunningham The night ripens, its flesh yellowing into a morning you pick with deft hands– Something for us to share, like the orange you’re rolling between your palms. Devil’s hour, you say, glancing at the clock. It’s almost 5. I don’t tell you that the devil’s hour is 3, an hour we’ve left… Read More Staying Up
Knifepoint
James Frazier-Wilson I have nothing and everything – the pounding is in my voice and in my head and in my bones again, and I move like a gazelle Through a swamp. Always limbs flailing, forcing my way into The murk. And I am only as young as the hour calls, as sharp as The… Read More Knifepoint
