Staff Showcase

On disappointment

Erika Barrios As I stretch the bowstring back,  I hear a warm whisper brush against my ear. The wind beckons me to aim higher. I know what I am doing when a burst of air makes my knees buckle, Check your posture, it seems to say, jabbing at my false assurance. Again I steady my… Read More On disappointment


Laurisa Sastoque         Laurisa Sastoque is a member of Helicon’s arts staff, and a first-year from Bogotá, Colombia, studying English and History. Her passions include discovering new music, finding cool places in the city and failing at following YouTube recipes.


Sofia Bening “Come, come! This one just arrive,so so fresh!This one snakehead, you skin and boil with cabbage.Soft chewy meat,good for brain,your sons and daughters for sure for sure get 100 pointson all their exams!” “Just caught and live!Red snapper!Smiling sea cucumber!The Leaping Buddha Turtle!Bring wealth and prosperity into your homeand into your stomachsfor only… Read More Market

El Bronx, Barrio Voto Nacional, Los Mártires, Bogotá D.C.

Laurisa Sastoque May 28, 2016. 5:20 A.M.2500 members of the public forces entered the area.What they found:130 underage sexual workers, 508 homeless people,56 slot machines, 1000 “bazuco” doses,1 kidnapped victim behind a false wall. Two alleys in between a police command,a military garrison and a church, L-shaped:to the right, a clandestine market of stolenobjects, to… Read More El Bronx, Barrio Voto Nacional, Los Mártires, Bogotá D.C.

Letter to Wild Girl

Eleanor Colligan What’s a girl to do when she is sculpted from mud,and not at all from another’s figure?Instead the finest silt was used, mixed with ruby blood…all the same, no set of eyes feel familiar.Midwinter’s hollow winds lap at her foot,whispering to forage and scatter in an instant,pleading against the growing of rough, chapped… Read More Letter to Wild Girl

A Meaningless Exercise

Mandy Chen 1 ______Tuesday or Thursday this week I woke up an old man. I looked in the mirror as Ibrushed my teeth and found the once vibrant wires crestfallen and frosted. My hair was awedding cake. It was funny and I would’ve laughed but for my aging heart.______At breakfast Mum and Dad had no… Read More A Meaningless Exercise