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Ayla Ahmed Everyday—for 2 weeks straight—she walked into my tattoo shop asking for the same thing every time: a tally. She collected them on the skin that stretched over the side of her thigh; they were all in the same area, with every fifth one crossing over the previous four. At first, I thought she … Continue reading The Immortal Girl

Badriyah AlMissbah The enormity of my desire disgusts me. I've stopped eating red meat because the thought of a mother cow searching for its calf while it’s digesting in my stomach makes me want to regurgitate every flower and petal that lay deep inside me. I stuffed my mouth with prose and poetry and now … Continue reading Woman, Eating: Voyeuristic Womanhood and Mukbangs

Nia Edwards I kneel on my bed that wears blue covers. Flashlight shining in my sweaty hand, molasseseyes jittering through blackness, my breath is a piano, playing Tchaikovsky. I hear a long breakto my right, so I jolt. I whip my head around and the flashlight follows. I spot a lamp on mynightstand. A teal … Continue reading Anomalies

Riyanha Ysabel Light years could not stop the Moon and the Star from creating a love so bright that they outshone even the largest of nebulas. They would waltz in the dark vast night, illuminating the blackness around them with their ever-glowing love. Nonetheless, their love was deemed an anomaly; odd and abnormal to the … Continue reading The Moon, The Star

Artemis Lishman - - Artemis Lishman is a 17 year old artist from Ontario, Canada. He paints in oils and acrylic, and dabbles in digital. He works to create art that speaks for itself and finds meaning through its viewer.

Aya Bazzoun A word in the English vocabulary that I refrain from using is ‘shibboleth.’  I simply do not like how this word sounds and that’s the sole reason for my refusal... but I never thought my absolute unwillingness to use certain words would be so deeply intertwined with cultural standards that marked the lines … Continue reading The Biggest Word I learned Was “No”

Selina Lau “I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering ‘where did my baby go?’” - Taylor Swift My shoes are soaked, the salt slowly yet dutifully wrecking the foundations of the sole while my heartache is fervently degenerating the quality of this life without you. Sand is stuck to the hems of my … Continue reading Coney Island

Brigid Doherty            Why is it so feminine to be sad? Why is it feminine to journal? Why do people desire to be sad? As a woman we desire to be vulnerable. desiring sadness for the sake of being sad. Mental illness is only valued when it’s beautiful and nice to look at. Why does everyone … Continue reading The Restrictive Nature of Aesthetics

Landia Copeland On January 31st, 2012, Mitski released her debut album, Lush, and it has never been more culturally relevant today. Some tracks, like Real Men, Wife, and Pearl diver provide a detailed insight into the intricacies of human interrelations, whilst tracks like Liquid Smooth, Abbey, Bag of Bones, and Brand New City explore the … Continue reading Brand New City: An exploration of Beauty Standards

Sam Bailey Summer has grown dreary, like melancholic vines darkening over the pristine oak. The spring varnish has been irrefutably tarnished, put to bed til the bout of storms and showers finally weathers no more. For now we drown in rain, grey and occasional incandescent gleams. The sun flashes sly smirks as if it knows … Continue reading Summer in the Young