Spring 2022
A Table’s Rings
Kate Stumpf Alone in the morning my thoughts are the only voices accompanied by the tree branch’s tapping. A splash of milk and spoon of sugar and I set the mug to rest on a little knitted square because I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard my parents say: Use a coaster Wipe… Read More A Table’s Rings
Pas de Deux
Emilio Cabral The first time I met Ben was at a Juilliard summer dance intensive for high school seniors. We were pas de deux partners, and our instructor, a tall Black man with a thin face and close-cropped brown hair, was always yelling at us because Ben wouldn’t stop gushing over the book he was… Read More Pas de Deux
mango trees
Anahita Kaman Sunlight streams in on the space That lies gaping by my side. Fingers skim the heavy warmth and I Taste sweet mango seeping down my throat So cold it makes my teeth ache. His scent still lingers on the pillowcase. Once comforting and strong in its embrace, It greets me with the sort… Read More mango trees
You look like you belong in the snow
Kennedy Birtcher you toss me, after I intentionally pull down my scarf letting the cold inflame my lips and draw a well of flush to my cheeks proving to you I have all the attributes that a living, breathing, moonlight-catching, blood-rushing-to-my-head-and-my-heart-and-everywhere-else girl should. I have been working to hear that You look like you belong… Read More You look like you belong in the snow
Squeeze Me
Maya Schnake Maya Schnake is a current senior at Northwestern. She is a theatre-maker and artist who is passionate about understanding the inner workings of human emotion through acting, art, and nature. She hopes one day to befriend a wild octopus and create an award winning one woman stage play based on the encounter.
Late
Rebecca Wilson It has occurred to me that I will never know the time at which my mother died. She was always late—to church, to book club, to pick me up for piano lessons. Outwardly this perturbed me, but secretly it was a point of comfort, of endearing regularity: of never taking things quite too… Read More Late
She-Beast
Anahita Kaman I have never slain a beast. Laid waiting, Watching, for the moment The wind dances in my Favour, the light of the moon highlights The flesh where I can make a mark. The pity in my heart falls Away to brute desire And all is right. The prey is ripe tonight. It has… Read More She-Beast
Green Love
Isabelle Chin Planets are a little like dogs: they all belong to the same general group, but they look so different you can’t always tell. If Jen Li was a star in some distant galaxy, I know she’d be some sort of sun. I think I would settle for being the earth, stuck in her… Read More Green Love
Ophelia Siddal
Julianna Feit Ophelia lay atop the river bed, a broken willow branch in her pale palm. So beautiful and cold, she moved no more. Her story of a timeless struggle had been said to be a preaching parable, a grieving psalm of Mad Ophelia sunk atop the river bed. Decades since Ophelia and her woe… Read More Ophelia Siddal
July, Like the Back of Your Hand
Ginny Lee Remember when your hand no longer looked like your hand? It was the middle of the night An aftermath of cicadas robbing you of your thoughts through their incessant hums And that blinding sliver of moonlight was your only companion For a month straight In a shoebox of a room Because even the… Read More July, Like the Back of Your Hand
