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ZiYan Chen I grasp the ocean’s brittle white hairs, the serene loneliness of its shattered tears slicing throughmy fingers as the tide recedesSaline fragments pierce my aching blue lungs, it is beautiful and bloodyClean, yet briny, I inhaled its alluring nautical fumes which evaporate into salty oblivionThe ocean, she is meager and enticing; quiet, but … Continue reading Bitter and Beautiful Blues

Sydney Guida 7AM A yawn, a stretch of flesh over ribs, Grandma tips onto her sore feet, bumbles into her slippers, and combs her hair. It is short, dense, and like white straw from years of hairspray.  Her arms move like unoiled pistons, joints halting, skin loose; the same, muscle-less skin she whined to you … Continue reading A Day in the Life of Grandma

Washed Away by Isabella Perrini Isabella Perrini is a female artist, whose art focuses on the unspoken harsh parts of life, especially relating to girlhood. Through digital realism media, her goal is to bring to light the obstacles we, as women, face daily. These pieces uncensor the reality of coming of age as a girl. … Continue reading Washed Away, Women Should Be Able to Make Their Own Decisions

Haania Khalid The grates separating the classroom and the outside world from each other, a physical boundary between her identities: that of a student, that of a girl, declare themselves to her almost suddenly. Her city is a full place, one that lacks the melancholia and the neon lights of a noir landscape but still … Continue reading Flowering Year

Corrina Chan CW: animal violence, brief mentions of torture/mutilation, death  Ch.1 “Awake”  The first thing I ever felt was the feathery itchiness of greenery cradling me. I flinched away from the light that shone through the canopy above only for a second before the heat overtook me. I bathed in its warmth for a while, … Continue reading The Creature

Saturn Stone I come from a cold place. But not cold like empty, cold like cold. Cold like 32° and frost-hardened dirt. Where the tree bark is as thick as skin and the soil beneath them is as black as night. The air is dry and it bites down on your nose as it cleans … Continue reading I Come From

Loise Wong A house built during the early 1990’s, it roofed  three generations of Filipino-Chinese citizens living in the City of Cebu; a house pregnant with plenteous history encapsulating the vibrant lives of the Wong family.      A household in which jazzy flavors mingled with Filipino tongue and Chinese artistry; a rich tango of  native Xiamen … Continue reading Old Socks

Rabbani Batra “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” -Ralph Emerson I credit the storm in my mind to the whispers of the sequoia trees. I hear them as I walk slowly back to my house. I take the path everyone does: the … Continue reading The Grove of Sequoia Trees

Darcy Yuckman “Don’t you dare hang up.” He talks with the phone to his ear and sits down at his desk.  “Too bad. You insult my slightly-below-average mathematical skills, I hang up. You know how it works.” “Oh, come on. I didn’t actually say anything.” “You implied it.”   “You’re the worst.” A smile begins to … Continue reading You Could Say That

Eunice Chloe Millare Love is usually what they call a warm feeling. A feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. A feeling in which it makes your insides feel warm like a sunny afternoon. They say that love makes you feel safe and secure, like a cradle a mother would secure for her newborn child. … Continue reading Puppy Love