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POETRY
“The Cyborg Fails Calculus”
By McKenna Laird Jaywalker, I stood too close to the curb one too many times, I am no local. Vehicle wheels splashed me, my ankles thick with rubber, I don’t like wet, I prefer to stay dry, hold your jellyfish, hold your umbrella over your knees, my sweater is drenched the worms stick slick to my limbs I hate it when it rains. Rain, seawater, I don’t like wet either, the drops collect on my console, droopy tears migrating south the salt on my teeth, it makes my tongue curdle,
McKenna Laird
4 days ago1 min read
“The Cyborg Fails Calculus”
By McKenna Laird Jaywalker, I stood too close to the curb one too many times, I am no local. Vehicle wheels splashed me, my ankles thick with rubber, I don’t like wet, I prefer to stay dry, hold your jellyfish, hold your umbrella over your knees, my sweater is drenched the worms stick slick to my limbs I hate it when it rains. Rain, seawater, I don’t like wet either, the drops collect on my console, droopy tears migrating south the salt on my teeth, it makes my tongue curdle,
McKenna Laird
4 days ago1 min read
“We aren’t built to last”
By Keira Footer But it’s fun to play pretend so I smile when you hug me and kiss the top of my head. I know I shouldn’t be here. I know this isn’t right, yet I look the other way despite what’s clearly in sight. This might end in disaster, just like it has before, but that’s so unimportant when you leave me wanting more. I miss you when you’re not around and I miss you when you’re here, cause you’re not the guy I once knew and how you feel isn’t clear. So I’ll sta
Keira Footer
Nov 141 min read
“To Build A Home”
By Isabel Sharma i. To my sister: as you grow old, as you grow real, as you touch the soul of the earth with your bright color and sweet laugh. To my grandmother: as you grow old, as your voice softens, but your words remain strong, as you rest with us like we did with you when we were too young to hold ourselves. To my mother: as you grow old, as you lift us up while the earth pushes harder against your tired bones, as you watch your children become what you taught them to
Isabel Sharma
Nov 72 min read
“Untitled”
By Gabriel Martins I see the ocean and fall in love. Closing my eyes, I can feel her spray kiss my nose, like perfume. White foam, silence that comes only after the rumbles of rocks. The lap, lap, lap of the planet, coming, and retreating. You know, those who drown in it don’t die from the lack of air, but from salt which tears apart their lungs. The fact that its mass, connecting life on every corner of the world, is made of something we need to survive; yet, its essence kil
Gabriel Martins
Oct 311 min read
“Indigo”
By Malia Waddles Graphic by Rhiannon Li My sweet, sweet indigo, I breathe you soft and Hold you tight until I can feel your roots beating Through the tangled pulse of mine. Your love is warm, And your grief is richly fragrant— Light, yet bold and daring. Give me a taste and Let us sink in sodden soil Under a darkened and damned sky. Together, We’ll nurture our very own Marigold star.
Malia Waddles
Oct 241 min read
“Happy Birthday Scarlett”
By Keira Footer Graphic by Josie Zevin It’s hard to picture a world in which I don’t have a little sister: a nagging in my ear, a person to protect. It’s strange to think that there was once a time without extremely competitive uno games and fights over the first player Wii remote. I wouldn’t trade it for the world — laughing until our faces are pink, silly secrets and random hangouts. She’s only nine, soon to be ten, and somehow she teaches me more about myself than a
Keira Footer
Oct 171 min read
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