
Anxiety Native
By Tilda Wilson I’m sitting at my desk trying to focus and twiddling my hair in my fingers. I tighten my grasp. The hairs are taut and I am so close to the ecstatic feeling of plucking them one by … Continue reading Anxiety Native
By Tilda Wilson I’m sitting at my desk trying to focus and twiddling my hair in my fingers. I tighten my grasp. The hairs are taut and I am so close to the ecstatic feeling of plucking them one by … Continue reading Anxiety Native
By Nicole Oliveira I feel the exhaustion in my bones. I feel weighed down. I feel tired but not sleepy. I want to eat but I’m not hungry. My joints … Continue reading Writing Selfishly
By Alana Sullivan I I am thinking back to the day I remember killing it. We were witches more than we were ourselves most summers, and that July witnessed the height of our powers. We traded our too snug school … Continue reading Materials and Methods
By Jean Cambareri Soon-to-be parents all around the world spend months agonizing over what to name their children, going over all of the possibilities. A lot of people treat naming their children as if it has the power to cultivate … Continue reading Jinxed from Birth: does your name determine your fate?
By Claire Deng When I see the spots of blood, I think, here we go again, get ready for throbbing pain. And of course, it comes, expanding like a balloon inside me, the swollen monster I’ve been expecting. But then … Continue reading The Power of Placebo/Nocebo
By Emma Bernstein Second grade was the year of lost teeth. A few early bloomers began losing them in kindergarten or first, but second grade was when the avalanche really began. By winter, a new kid was spitting a bloody … Continue reading Do You Believe in Fairies?
By Belle McDonald A flicker of pale light shines from the street lamp outside your bedroom window, wobbling softly as branches create shadows on your ceiling. Snug underneath your warmest comforter, you clear your mind and willingly sink into the … Continue reading Fixating on Dreams
By Annie Fu The same white-haired musician, Larry Stoops, sings standard on Bourbon Street every night (since 1972). His sound seeps into whomever will listen, first indulging them in ragtime, then soothing them near-comatose with blues. Sometimes he takes requests, … Continue reading Every Night Since 1972
By Emma Eisler “You should really get birth control before leaving,” my best friend said. “You’re gonna be camping in the desert for three months, and you might not have access to Planned Parenthood or a doctor. It’s just a … Continue reading Jinx, You Owe Me Plan B!