winter 2021

No Camera, Today

Stephen Roy Watkins It’s time now to open the window into my bedroom. Not the one formed by a hole in the wall, But a window on the scratched and hazy Screen on my laptop, or perhaps my desktop, Or maybe I’ll just say “I’m on my desktop. Sorry, no camera today.” No camera today,… Read More No Camera, Today

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Sonnet of Time Travel

Devony Hof When travelling to past primeval times, I took my cups of coffee, advil too, And when I heard the clock’s insistent chimes, I grasped its hands and let them pull me through; I’d come to gas-blown, burning, cracking skies, A gauze of adolescent stars by night. I followed strings of reddish butterflies, Consumed… Read More Sonnet of Time Travel

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Lessons Learned from Taking Dadi to the Bathroom

Saahir Ganti-Agrawal Your life for the past three months: “I need to go to the bathroom.  Where is the bathroom?” Your dadi [grandma] asks. “This way. Come on, go in, come on, go in, come on, go in,” you say, as you nudge her through the door. Tip #1: Be chill, or at least pretend… Read More Lessons Learned from Taking Dadi to the Bathroom

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Black Suffering, Black Excellence — Black Existence

Bengi Rwabuhemba Kwame Brathwaite, Unititled (Garvey Day Deedee in Car), 1965 – Used with Artist Permission The photograph is dynamic, colorful, alive — but still, pondering, calling our attention, softly, loudly. The dark bodies, kinked and hot-combed heads of the children lining the periphery of it encapsulate this movement, this dynamism. An unseen elbow in… Read More Black Suffering, Black Excellence — Black Existence

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Pieces from “Share Your 2020 Story”

The following pieces were a part of Helicon’s Share Your 2020 Story project. The Share Your 2020 Story project showcased art created by Northwestern students inspired by the COVID-19 pandemic and the events of 2020 on our website and social media.

Forgotten Galaxy

Maya Jurgens The concrete veins branch Until the road can be friends With the clouds and choked dirt at last meets the affable air. In utah, the rock-red spires Are desert-clad spaceships Made of mirages                      Meeting packed land. The hills sprout into mountains In Montana… Read More Forgotten Galaxy

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Haikus for the Howard Heat Lamps

Kiersa Berg The colorful lines, criss-crossing and zig-zagging go where they’re getting. Wrapped in a bed sheet, he asks, “where’s Crate & Barrel?” Needs their white china. Yelling at the moon, Or the fluorescent above. “is He at this stop?” Walk down the aisle exchanging a wedding vow for a pack of squares. Sweethearts never… Read More Haikus for the Howard Heat Lamps

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Crooked Streets

            When I stepped off the sea-beaten water taxi and sunk my foot into the fleshy, waterlogged plank below, when curls of laden mist kissed my skin and heavy sighs of dirty orange sunlight seeped through the air, when I realized that, though dozens of people ambled around me, the… Read More Crooked Streets

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Out

Stephen Peng Stephen Peng is a freshman theatre major here at Northwestern. He is excited to share his work with everyone!

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Pétanque

Joy Fu Joy Fu is a freshman studying Linguistics and Music Technology. She is originally from Shanghai, China.

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