Staff Issue 2024
floods
April Li at ten years old you were left at the dinner table when the floods came. your father had picked your mother and sister up, one under each arm, and run to the school. when he returned and saw you still sitting there, all he said was why are you still here? forty years… Read More floods
dear judas
Eleni Tecos dear judas, if nothing else, spare me from retribution, release me from the vines of our sins, soothe my aching wounds. or if you have shame, let my blood fill your lungs – a reckoning strangulation to mirror the marring of my crown as i bled for you. [april, june, july.] though i… Read More dear judas
the art of gift giving
Allen You The Beach Tell all the truth but tell it slant — My mother is on a spiritual journey. She’s been on this journey for half a year now. She said that she needed to take a break from everything, so she was going to take a trip to calm her nerves. She gave… Read More the art of gift giving
Rounding down
Linsey Liao the heaviest segments of me are watermelon flesh, ripe with spoons of tissue colored webs, arteries curling into themselves. when can i subtract myself like math, shed my rind in binary code or the canceled parts of a equation? guess i was never good at math, nor keeping my utensils. berries are easy,… Read More Rounding down
Like a Rolling Stone
Katy Yun It is one of those fall days that make you remember things largely forgotten. For instance: Clementine shoulders past families of four, dads (not fathers) with beer bellies and actuarial glasses, mothers (not moms) dressed in suede and funky sweaters, babies and children, babies and children, and she remembers that each one is… Read More Like a Rolling Stone
The Sun Down Cafe Shuts Down
Juliana Hung Distraction. Thoughts wander from habit. I roam, unwire from work. The specks of plush trees settle into damp leaves In my neighborhood that’s lined in sidewalk. I imagine Asphalt as the track that coats these hills, where I ride the tide across the street, and tip tap toe On cobbled steps, oh down… Read More The Sun Down Cafe Shuts Down
portrait of Judy Garland
Callie Stolar Callie Stolar is a junior majoring in Religious Studies.
On a golden disc, some 15,147, 117, 891 odd miles out in space at the time of writing.
Tabi Parent Somewhere out there between Betelgeuse — Orion: cosmic glint off the side of the spaceship cruising down the interstellar at 35000 miles per hour is the heart of a 27-year-old woman in love. Ann Druyan knew that when he died, she would never see Carl Sagan again. To her, death was never anything… Read More On a golden disc, some 15,147, 117, 891 odd miles out in space at the time of writing.
Canon in Suburbia
Sophie Konde The house I wake up in is differentiated from the one next door only by the rusty door knocker, a muted silver, instead of the brassy handle of the neighbors. The driveway has cracks in ever so slightly different places from the unceasing freezing rain, which batters at the ceiling during the nights… Read More Canon in Suburbia
I like america & america likes me
after Joseph Beuys Bazil Frueh (No I didn’t know I wish I had But I don’t) Sex as performance: Ass up, Hind legs splayed out Everything’s red— I see stripes As a worn hand Pushes me closer To the betsy ross Bed spread, Reminding me How big a country Can be. Sex as endurance: He… Read More I like america & america likes me
