Winter 2022
Dichotomy Dysphorias (Or, Poem in 7 Colors)
Roy Zhu | 朱若忆 The astronomer says A binary orbit has no center in mass Only an imaginary projection in space. 1. I think of my mother talking of yin and yang and Junebug, who named herself after a woman in a video game, talking of transformations in the soul, male and female, shifting centers,… Read More Dichotomy Dysphorias (Or, Poem in 7 Colors)
Missing You (Acoustic)
Moyana Olivia Moyana Olivia is a singer/songwriter from Minneapolis majoring in Musicology and minoring in Performance Studies. Olivia aims to build community through her music, performing with a style that has been described as coffeeshop pop. She would like to note that her mom and younger sister remain the top listeners for “Missing You.”
Missing You
Moyana Olivia Moyana Olivia is a singer/songwriter from Minneapolis majoring in Musicology and minoring in Performance Studies. Olivia aims to build community through her music, performing with a style that has been described as coffeeshop pop. She would like to note that her mom and younger sister remain the top listeners for “Missing You.”
Hot Air Rises, Cold Air Sinks
Adam Wurst There used to be a graveyard across the street from my apartment. When I first moved in, I didn’t even notice it as there was a tall, thick hedge between us. One night recently, however, I peered outside of my fifth-story window, over the hedge and onto smooth stones and grassy… Read More Hot Air Rises, Cold Air Sinks
alicia, with love
Lucia Padilla Katz sometimes i forget the majesty of the woman’s body, how it moves through us i’ll turn in the mirror wet hair laced on my neck; the deep curvature of my waist hips roll the edge like how my back is tan yet like my mother’s face toasted and brown my pores yearn… Read More alicia, with love
The Day It All Went Wrong
Thomas Quinn Thomas is a senior studying radio/tv/film from Paris, France. Everyday, he fights his devastating Oreo addiction.
Clara,
Aleah Vega I’m writing this with one of the pens we stole that night. 11pm on a Sunday, we snuck off to Joan’s right after church. I’d never believed in God, but whenever the pastor sang those sweet little songs, you’d look over at me and smile– that was enough for me. Hugo’s laughter filled… Read More Clara,
The Subletter
Gus Moody Three years into what they thought was a well-deserved early retirement, Mr. and Mrs. Jarrus found that they had been a bit too optimistic about how long their savings would last. It was the house’s fault, really. It was a grand turn of the century home with an address that matched… Read More The Subletter
Night Riders
Alivia Wynn Eliza lived on the edge of Elisburg Alabama, but Mama insisted that she never go into town alone. The glint in her eye and the stern hook in her pointed finger usually kept Eliza from asking why. The few times she did question her mother, Eliza was met with fire. … Read More Night Riders
In which Darwish imparts architectural advice
Ahlaam Moledina after Mahmoud Darwish In her absence I created her image; glittering unearthly as things not of this body do. There is no measure for this rendition of a home unseen, on land long missed; what is it to… Read More In which Darwish imparts architectural advice
