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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, […]

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Assail

Written by Keesilla Chan. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – There was a knock on the front door. Three taps, quick, quiet, and somewhat familiar. I moved to the front door and opened it. I couldn’t hide the surprise in my greeting, but you didn’t say anything. You walked in before I had even stepped back, already taking off your shoes.  […]

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Nia Wilson

Written by Bevyn Howard. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – **Content Warning: Violence** Late one Sunday night on July 22, 2018 a black woman was mercilessly murdered. Nia Wilson and her two sisters Letifah and Tashiya were transferring at the McCarthur BART station in Oakland, California when a man attacked them, unprovoked, stabbing Nia and Letifah. Nia eventually died and as […]

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Bliss

Written by London Furr. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – Mother Why can’t you teach me to read? Cravings The water I drink is never clean It’s not fair Modern slave, will I ever be freed? Life is hard My hourglass is ticking Mother Can I sleep in and go to school late? Cravings To be thin, I toss the trash […]

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Classed Debate

Written by Luke Hernandez. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – I see my life in class As a debate People tearing me in apart in different directions,  They are “rational” When I upset them I am “emotional” Playing with the idea of power within a powerful institution Yet when I, just a voice, defend myself My life I am scorned, broke […]

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Man in the Rain

Written by Jake Costello. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – Rain falls with the ticking of a distant clock: the hour hand with the winds, the minute hand with the claps of thunder, the second hand with each droplet that falls. Ominous clouds raise from beyond the horizon, with them a million and million more of their little fellows, ready for […]

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Challenges (Life)

Written by Ryan Mata. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – So far I have done       a simple service           to my memories, and that is to remember them. But I haven’t remembered          so much as              I have “just managed”                  to not forget.  When I look in my own eyes  I think, “I am a passenger in this journey, but a driver in […]

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The Challenge

Written by Mary Jo Gould. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – Challenge.  It seems to always be the topic of discussion Almost to the point it gives me a concussion. I have never climbed a mountain,  Never been skinny dipping in a fountain. There are no obstacles for me to overcome.  Unless you consider where I have come. The challenge that […]

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Letter to a Friend

Written by Toni Bonvillain. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – My therapist once told me “success is in the baby-steps,” so on those days when you feel too numb to move, just get out of bed. That would be enough. The start of something is still something even if you never see the end, so remember that you are alive, and […]

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Sufferance

Written by Caroline Tsai. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – My father sleeps on a bench every night. He uses a thin blanket and a flat pillow. He wakes up and puts them in a closet before the early-morning janitor arrives at 6am. He’s not supposed to be sleeping there. I grew up in a well-off family. Not incredibly so, but […]

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The Itch

Written by Caroline Rock. Graphic by Emma Robinson. – On a night when you can’t seem to think straight Tears wash away a layer of your face Revealing someone you thought you’d outgrown To show you for, maybe, the person you really are A girl Trying to grow up Crawling in your own skin each day  Until finally you can’t […]

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Finding Myself in College

Written by Taylar Henderson. Graphic by Emma Robinson. Originally published as part of the Spring 2019 “Challenge” Issue.–  I don’t know who I am. For my entire life, I’ve relied solely on what other people defined me as. In elementary school, I was creative, loud, and outgoing. In middle school, I was weird, nerdy, and edgy. In high school, I […]

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You Can’t Hide Elephants

Written by Gabriela Camarena. Graphic by Peyton Cabaniss. Originally published as part of the Spring 2019 “Challenge” Issue.– **Content Warning: Sexual Assault** I saw a woman on the news, Her stance was bold and strong. She spoke the words we know are true, But still they say she’s wrong. I saw a woman on the news, Different than she before, […]

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Remnants from a Psychiatric Hospital

Written by Caroline Tsai. Graphic by Peyton Cabaniss. Originally published as part of the Spring 2019 “Challenge” Issue. – I remember what the hallways smell like – “Like where dreams come to die,” my ex-boyfriend said when he came to visit me the first time I was in there. I remember that the walls are white, but not a clean […]

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Today

Written by Monica Hand. Graphic by Peyton Cabaniss. Honorable Mention in the Spring 2019 Creative Competition, “Challenge.” – The hardest thing you will ever do is love her. Though you pine to love her the way she needs, With an unconditional, forgiving fury. It’s not easy- you know that. She knows that. You tell her it’s her fault you can’t […]

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I Only Remembered After I Left That You Didn’t Ask Me to Stay

Written by Michaela Lavelle. Graphic by Peyton Cabaniss. Honorable Mention in the Spring 2019 Creative Competition, “Challenge.”– Every exhale is a knickknack I put on your shelves Coat on the rack and shoes at your door I make myself at home moving in my favorite memories, my greatest fears, mugs, goals, dreams, plates and picture frames My fingers touch the […]