Winter Issue 2025
Creation
Riley Harrison The world is both beautiful and fearsome. Today the wind reckons against me. The water drags large stones upon my heel. Every bird’s shadow clips closely. The flies do not stop whirring their engines near my ears. Close to shore, seals tease sharks and more bugs park along my bright beach towel. The… Read More Creation
A Week in My Mind in Preparation For an Afternoon in Exotic Rugs
Kieran Mulligan There is a version of this story in which I arrive at the rug store and say “I’m working on a project for my writing class where we have to immerse ourselves in a location and write about it, I promise I’ll do my best rug impression and stay out of the way,”… Read More A Week in My Mind in Preparation For an Afternoon in Exotic Rugs
Recognition
at an exhibit of Orbicular Batfish in Shedd Aquarium Riley Harrison The tank was full of them. On their side of the glass— a vibrant school idly circling, and on mine— a parallel swarm of children. I caught the eye of one fish and tried with my mind to will it toward me until it slowly… Read More Recognition
OACR Abstraction
Angelina Randazzo Angelina Randazzo is a School of Communications sophomore majoring in RTVF and minoring in Art Theory and Practice.
Staying Up
Greta R. Cunningham The night ripens, its flesh yellowing into a morning you pick with deft hands– Something for us to share, like the orange you’re rolling between your palms. Devil’s hour, you say, glancing at the clock. It’s almost 5. I don’t tell you that the devil’s hour is 3, an hour we’ve left… Read More Staying Up
Knifepoint
James Frazier-Wilson I have nothing and everything – the pounding is in my voice and in my head and in my bones again, and I move like a gazelle Through a swamp. Always limbs flailing, forcing my way into The murk. And I am only as young as the hour calls, as sharp as The… Read More Knifepoint
Baby! Baby! Baby!
Alijah Hill In Cedar Ridge, not a single house had a backyard. The mountain, instead, allowed these tiny houses to exist and use her evergreens for curtains. It wasn’t so much a town as it was one long paved road with dirt driveways that snaked up to houses that made up Cedar Road. No one… Read More Baby! Baby! Baby!
Antlers
Megumi Oishi like a stag in nightfall dewdrops on spotted hairs antlers ablaze in the wind fresh wreath of velvet injury bleeding draining bruising for what does not ache aching itching paining for what does not bleed bleach cotton white tail flagging your surrender but heavy is the head and the young blood that it… Read More Antlers
god
Fatima Jalloh is / a love story / your father / teaches / you / every day / father / teaches / you / be kind / anyone / could / be / god / even if / they are / mean / to you / fall in love / with / who / love… Read More god
Let’s watch
Anna Tkebuchava Hello, my name is Anna Tkebuchava and I am a junior studying cognitive science and physics. In school I learn about the objective and subjective construction of reality, and through my drawings I like to channel the absurd, secret, subconscious undercurrents.
