Spring 2022
Hermaphrodite
Aleah Vega By nature, most plants are hermaphroditic. Meaning, the flowers they produce may contain both female and male sex organs. A magnolia flower for example, grows with anthers, a stamen, and a pistil and, within that, a style, stigma, and ovaries (A stamen and anthers being male organs and the pistil and so forth… Read More Hermaphrodite
i lost my childhood
Anna Xiao tongue to the many moons and summers past. ten years ago, i was plucked from the land of my ancestors: a village tucked between the mountains of fuzhou, a place i now visit in dreams i have not yet returned. i taste half-formed words on my lips: forgotten yet familiar. they are… Read More i lost my childhood
Eyes of Wahaya
Lalla-Aicha Adouim Tales from the old deen We speak not, lest we wish men with stones To happen on us, dragging us into Al-Jahim, For they will say we are wretched, cursed Because we did not forget the sins of old And the way the rivers bleed dum, The glint in the eyes of men… Read More Eyes of Wahaya
May, or music for a cold spring
Ian Mahanpour Ian Mahanpour is a fourth year studying Musicology and Music Technology. He likes to take a walk everyday and just listen.
Strawberry Heart
Isabelle Chin My mother used to tell me that when I was still in her womb, we shared one heart. Naturally, I loved the idea, beaming as I imagined our single heartbeat furiously pulsing through chambers of her swollen body, making blood vessels and nerves shake with thunder, rumbling echoes on the verge of bursting… Read More Strawberry Heart
A collage for banana leaf tamales
Nathanial Tomás Ortiz Nathanial Tomás Ortiz is a junior from Castro Valley, California studying Art Theory and Practice major. They have an extremely close relationship with their grandmother, but an even closer relationship with Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe.
release! everything is consumed by something, sometime
Marcelo Quesada summing up lots and lots we reach for handfuls of… we reach for handfuls of… (whisper here now, in my ear, soft and…) and you’re worried you can’t do this again, you tell me, backlit by television glow we live in movies we live in reels gags and cut! to the part where… Read More release! everything is consumed by something, sometime
There and Back Again
Ryan Morton Rivers are bodies Drawn with a line: Thinning branching Like the riverbeds Before me I dry My feet Planted mud under Unclipped toenails Ratchet and bent I picked at a cut Now glowing red My fingers Dig in & scratch Open the wound Milky pus drips & plops like My tears soak Into… Read More There and Back Again
Cry For Me
Blake Croft I I have seen my dad cry only once. He cried at a funeral that didn’t matter to me, didn’t matter to him. A funeral that didn’t matter. II The funeral didn’t matter to me. My great-grandmother, my dad’s grandmother, had passed in her sleep. I say she passed because she did… Read More Cry For Me
First Communion
Claire O’Shaughnessy It happened when my back was turned I was one hundred girls in white Brazen blizzard of May snowflakes Flurrying and flying and fleeting Tippity-tapping patent leather toes on gray stone (There must have been boys in black, but it’s only us angels I remember) My own dress, a star Twinkling recklessly Stealing… Read More First Communion
