Spring 2021
paris
Victoria Benefield when i was nine i dreamed of paris streets like jagged jackknife nicks on pine and the seine, like the stream down my driveway from the sprinklers to the gutter RATS, my grandma said, paris is dirty and full of rats you wouldn’t like it there maybe i didn’t like rats but i… Read More paris
Anansi
Nathan Omprasadham Blood drips down cold books with cracked spines and vice grips with stories of heroes and heartthrobs with light skin and these books they take hold and hold fast and won’t go and they ask no questions of those things they don’t know but we know our stories less spoken less forefront yes… Read More Anansi
A Black Girl’s Lullaby
Adaeze Ogbonna to sleep on White sheets, stained Brown like my skin Brown like dirt and wonder as the time passes and I buy another set of pure White sheet and another and another and another how my stained sins so perfectly surround me in their dirty crude graffiti how bleach only hides the dirt,… Read More A Black Girl’s Lullaby
Tempo
Sofía Stutz Sofía Stutz (rap alias: “Audax the Damsel”) was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina and grew up in Evanston. During her spare time she loves to cook, curate playlists, and dance. She is currently working on a new EP.
Development
Chloe Chow Chloe Chow is a freshman studying biology and religion. She enjoys badly named pets, fancy cheese, and the smell of the air at night. You can usually find her scrolling through Twitter, unfortunately.
A Peach, a Pair, and a Heart
Nathan Omprasadham A peach is only a part (apart?) a piece (apiece?) oh please (oh please!) a piece just waiting (waiting for taking) for taking a piece apart (a part?) apart! (apart!) The same is true of a heart (a heart?) a heart! (a heart) a piece, a part of your heart (my heart?) your… Read More A Peach, a Pair, and a Heart
a death in the family
Chloe Chow a corpse bubbles up from the hardwood and pushes its palms against the floor to look me in the face you don’t remember me? you strangled the breath from my chest, cut your finger on the shovel as you tried to shove a planet between us. … Read More a death in the family
Capturing the Human “Being”
Lauren Joyce I used to understand “being” as an inherent, singular verb with odd conjugations; to me, “am,” “is,” and “are” all signified the act of merely existing. Yet, the time I spent intensively studying the “self” in recent months (through the Kaplan Humanities Scholars Program) and unforgettable encounters with the work of Evar Hussayni… Read More Capturing the Human “Being”
Three Tongues (三蛇)
Ginny Ip Translated from Cantonese Mami (媽咪) told me when I was young that I was special, cos I had three tongues – most people only had one. do be careful though she’d warned, one could nip the other when it wasn’t looking and that would be Bad (壞). the first one was Love (愛)… Read More Three Tongues (三蛇)
Garage
Elizabeth Vogt Elizabeth Vogt is a senior from Washington, D.C. studying creative writing and history. She does her best singing in the car and her best thinking right as she’s about to fall asleep.
