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Category: Creative Writing & Poetry

Ashley Mireles 0

Epistula

Written by Kayla Hays.Graphic by Ashley Mireles. – To my dearest Aemilia, For an hour I have sat with pen to parchment, and yet not a single word flows. Your last letter left me with too many thoughts—now they all exist inside me, fighting for equal space granted to none. But I will say that which has been plaguing my mind […]

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Written in the Stalls

Written by Frida Silva.Graphic by Asiyah Saeed. – “Since bathroom graffiti is done neither for acclaim nor money, it is the purest form of art. Discuss” I’ve always considered bathrooms to be an odd space. They uniquely exist in the wavering border between the public and the private, with only a flimsy stall door to divide the two. People come […]

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Poems

Written by Aryan Bhalla.Graphic by Quynhmai Tran. – As I stand by my windowsill in ode As I stand by my windowsill in ode To the fairies of dark symphonies above I sit, breathe you out You I cannot see You I cannot describe Your love I always breathe But your love I cannot revive. As I stand here, thanking the […]

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LOVE & ME, WE

Written by Aryan Bhalla. Graphic by Quynhmai Tran. – LOVE You love her, so does she.And so it is this love, that makes you we.But love her pure, as does she;For a love that is love is a symphony. Or risk her sadness, and a grieving pain.You can’t wish for love, yet you can sustain,For a love that is pure […]

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BODY

Written by Marielle Glasse. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – In the body of an arrow is a man. He lays down with his arms to his sides, like a board in the desert. His stomach is carved out all the way to his feet. This eternal hunger that rules him is an arrow too. A hollow grinds in him like […]

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Rage

Written by Marielle Glasse. Graphic by Quynhmai Tran. – There was a day when  The night wet the grass and  My feet came Stomping in to crush it all all those little green sprouts mocking our growth  So we decided to play god We kissed concrete  We hit the ground to  break it before    It fell out from under […]

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The Truth

Written by Kate Diller. Graphic by Quynhmai Tran. – I can’t think. I’m not sure I can feel any part of my body. Nothing is solid around me. I can’t feel the world. Where did it go? And then suddenly, there it all is. The air surrounds me again; I can feel the gases slide past my skin like water […]

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Coils

Written by Kate Diller. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – He didn’t hear the footsteps behind him, hadn’t heard the bodies fall. The glass came to his lips, smooth liquor gleaming in the light from the moon above him. The shadows slipped forward, blades in hand. They faltered, though, when he turned to face them, setting his glass down on the […]

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Clouds

Written by Aryan Bhalla. Graphic by Quynhmai Tran.  – Should I, Rest as I do; aimless; like a polarizing wind or must I rise above these clouds? Shrouded in mystery as my destiny and the stars hide behind these clouds. Compounded in labor as my life shies away behind these clouds. Groom my wings and face my fears, Should I […]

Cameron Waltz 0

Dueling Vignettes

Written by Cameron Waltz. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – A Warm Embrace I hold him close. Don’t leave me for the World yet.  You’re far too young to leave my arms. The great, wide world is one of danger and loss.  I tug you back to rest, but you won’t let me hold you down. I wish I could keep […]

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Movement

Written by Kate DillerGraphic by Emma Robinson – “Suddenly, or perhaps imperceptibly slowly, my lungs are empty. I cannot find air, even as my chest heaves, trying to draw it in.” – The desk beneath me is shockingly cold, distracting me momentarily from the scene before me. My attention doesn’t stray for long though, the sharp scent of blood drawing […]

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Ramona

Written by Luisana Cortez. Graphic by Emma Robinson.  – I cannot detach my cousin Ramona from the memories of my flesh. Through the darkness, she surfaces, baring the sun-lit mesh of my childhood: crooked teeth, feral eyes, my lumping chest, the curvature of a rib cage. I blink, and just as the familiar strain of the desert heat hits my […]

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Peanut Butter and Jelly

Written by Caroline Tsai. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – I am seven years old when I decide to be white.   I pester my parents over and over again with the possibility that I might have been adopted – as if I might be able to sever the source of my non-whiteness that way. Upon finally realizing that I am irrevocably, […]