Category: Piece
Dearth Vader
Arav Mediratta July 17, 2020 (This is a weird piece I wrote based off of a malapropism I uttered as my mind grew fractious a few months into isolation in the COVID pandemic.) Dearth Vader everyday I wake up in a place called TAMPA a giant blue orb like the most polished lapis lazuli is… Read More Dearth Vader
cough syrup jello soul (with peaches)
Ginny Lee There was a dawn When freight trucks rumbled by my window When time felt like discarded coins In an abandoned arcade I pushed my hand into my chest To keep it all in My soul, I mean “It’s leaving me. So what, So shit.” I thought about many things As I held tightly… Read More cough syrup jello soul (with peaches)
Dadi
Asiyah Arastu The narrow stairway with dead spiders lurking in the corners opens into an expansive basement. All available wallspace is occupied. Long wooden shelves mounted on steel brackets line two walls, floor to ceiling, stacked with clear boxes. Layers of fabric peek through the cloudy plastic. Some boxes are labeled—tulle, batiks, corduroy, denim, cotton… Read More Dadi
Your Time Is Done Now (A Self Love Overture)
Audrey Clarendon Audrey Clarendon is a current first-year from northwest Missouri studying Physics & Astronomy and Visual Arts. You’ll likely find her overthinking, painting barefoot, or professing her love for breakfast sandwiches.
incantation / cosmology
Roy Zhu we start as the book of changes, two to four to eight, elemental signs in the warm red center of our mother’s body. rising from the dark, we find ourselves. our breath, a long sort of whole, divides into a pulse. we distinguish quick and slow, empty and full. isn’t it miraculous? life… Read More incantation / cosmology
Afternoon
Collin Porter Collin Porter is a third year student studying Environmental Science and Musicology. He enjoys observing everyday scenes from new perspectives, usually with a camera and a pair of earbuds.
Les Miserables
Duncan Mwangi We found out about Esse’s wedding on the day Emm, Wafula and I started a band. We immediately hopped on a call to speculate on why this masc bi girl from Kilifi—who could do this thing with her tongue and whom we’d all had as an ex at one point—had decided to leave… Read More Les Miserables
After Work Hours
Lila Shea The plate is broken. An ashen mosaic on the floor under his son who sobs reprised apologies. But the father sweeps the shards away alone without a word before returning to the kaleidoscope sink. The dishwasher is broken. The scent of daylily dish soap waltzing along pruned hands, water leaping to his faded… Read More After Work Hours
Stretch Yourself Thin
Anoushka Dasgupta Anoushka Dasgupta is a freshman majoring in Communications Studies. She loves art of all kinds, be it visual art, music, writing, acting—whatever makes us feel something.
The White Tiger of Gansu
Roy Zhu / 朱若忆 The sun set low over the sound of horse hooves on the empty steppe. It was early in the first term of the year, and clouds had broken low over the mountains and brought snow. Still, the rider crested the ridge of the road, showing no signs of softening his pace.… Read More The White Tiger of Gansu
