Winter 2023
You Tend to your Garden, and I’ll Tend to Mine
Anoushka Dasgupta Anoushka Dasgupta is a freshman majoring in Communications Studies. She loves art of all kinds, be it visual art, music, writing, acting—whatever makes us feel something.
Vision Board
Asiyah Arastu A little girl lives at 829 Foster Street. She leans out of her perpetually open window, about to release another purple heart into the cascade of hearts that flutter down the brick wall like flightless butterflies. Artist Ryan Tova Katz wanted her art “to make as many people happy as it can,” so… Read More Vision Board
Night Creatures
Ginny Lee We couldn’t fathom how anyone could love us With our sharp tongues And our sour little hearts, coated in bitter butter So frozen in fear that they reached out in all directions And recoiled at the last second Springing back into our rib cages with such force That our chests heaved and wheezed… Read More Night Creatures
THE SPIDER, IN SIX PARTS
Riley Harrison i. The Funeral I own a watch, and I’ve worn it almost every day for the past year. A little while ago, I noticed it stopped working. The tiny hands were stuck at 11:47 P.M. on October 29th, 2022. When I registered the stillness, hours later, I cried. (You can laugh if you… Read More THE SPIDER, IN SIX PARTS
Castles in the air
Timia Quincy McCoade Tear through my flesh & leave a prayer in my carcass or slip it behind my ear on our way up I-95 press it into the dryness of my palms in December while I’m too distracted living the life I dreamed of at seven I listen to folk & can sit through… Read More Castles in the air
Fashion Sketches
Audrey Clarendon Audrey Clarendon is a current first-year from northwest Missouri studying Physics & Astronomy and Visual Arts. You’ll likely find her overthinking, painting barefoot, or professing her love for breakfast sandwiches.
This Goes to the Black Ladies at the Airport Who Recognize a Sistah in Need—
Alexis Bodrick seriously y’all God sends His angels into that cold white space, a hangar of portals to the ends of the world as we know it; and yet you…you always seem so bright, so warm, bundled in those tight fitting sweats, flaunting those curves. in that white space, that hangar of supposed endlessness (portals… Read More This Goes to the Black Ladies at the Airport Who Recognize a Sistah in Need—
The Broken Machine Downstairs
Megumi Oishi The machine downstairs is broken. The clunks and sighs are coming from down there, up the steps, rolling out around our feet like silvery hot metal. I can tell you’re scared — I am too. I say it’s a person, I heard a cough from down there. It’s impossible to ignore. The temperature… Read More The Broken Machine Downstairs
The Year of Return (Consulting the Senseh)
Audrey Clarendon Audrey Clarendon is a current first-year from northwest Missouri studying Physics & Astronomy and Visual Arts. You’ll likely find her overthinking, painting barefoot, or professing her love for breakfast sandwiches.
Relojes
Amaya Mikolič-Berrios Canorous Ana Torroja, pop princess Of my father’s blue mini cooper On a CD he borrowed from my mother And never gave back. Disc and wheels spinning Over the island’s stagnant time— Hoy no me puedo levantar Toda la noche sin dormir— In the backseat, I fall asleep to the swell Of her… Read More Relojes
