FICTION, POETRY, & Essays
By Alex Heldman
Everything he touched, he made it fly. They were his dreams, after all, currents and clouds. I remember the wind as it caressed my hair, his hands as they caught me back down, quiet arcs of memory and fatherly love. Stones we’d turn into missiles by the water...
By Poonam Mantha
You never forget your first break-up. Mine was in September 2010 and I had just gotten on a plane by myself for the very first time and moved to London for ten months. It was cloudy and damp, and I was all alone...
By Lisa Kwon
Karen O was my idol throughout my early teen years. Of all the garage rock acts I loved in 2003, she had always looked and felt the most like me. Karen O’s band Yeah Yeah Yeahs melted me with their striking hot guitar chords; Karen O herself wailed like the nastiest guitar lick.
By Anna Gragert
There’s a certain kind of exhaustion that comes along with feeling like you’re never good enough. It’s a form of tiredness that worms its way into your bones, seeping into your marrow, weaving itself within the strands of your DNA.
My style has definitely evolved over the years. I used to not really care about looking good or what I was wearing, but growing up and seeing people wearing things I liked around me changed that. I don't necessarily follow trends, but rather I take what I like from them and morph the looks into my own...