I did not anticipate a silent apocalypse
by Gillian Harrill. Model: Adam Shulman Continue reading I did not anticipate a silent apocalypse
Tag: fall 2020 issue
Imposter Syndrome
by Grace Lee I’m friends with a lot of brilliant people. Not to brag, but it’s true – they’re intelligent, mature, empathetic, and passionate. They’re the kind of people who excel in life, who win flashy awards, write brilliant papers, … Continue reading Imposter Syndrome
Climate Comics
by Olga Khmelnitsky and Belle McDonald Continue reading Climate Comics
So You Want to be a Plague Doctor
by Bex Pendrak Hey you! Yes, you. You’re new here, right? Great. I’m assuming you saw our recruitment notice on the cathedral doors. So you want to be a plague doctor, kid? Well, let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t … Continue reading So You Want to be a Plague Doctor
“Kau-dher”
by Faima Quadir Qadr(قَادِر) – power; one of the 100 names of God in Islam, meaning “Almighty.” I went to preschool in the basement of a church in suburban New Jersey. I did not realize it at the time, but … Continue reading “Kau-dher”
Lipstick Under Your Mask
by Sofia Paredesart by Kait Feely “Make yourself look nice, put a little lipstick on!” You may have heard this phrase many times before. However, with the onslaught of COVID-19 and less and less people (hopefully) leaving the house, it … Continue reading Lipstick Under Your Mask
by Gabi Commisso Artist statement This candle holder consists of individualized eyes swirling up the length of the candle. While everyone has masks on, often the only thing visible are their eyes. As someone who has difficulty recognizing faces in … Continue reading
Looking At You, Looking At Me
by Emma Eisler In high school, my flirtations are riddled with small lies: Of course I’m from San Francisco, not the suburbs; fake names and alter egos when my best friend and I sneak onto the college campus at night. … Continue reading Looking At You, Looking At Me
Ode to My Walk Home
by Emma Eislerart by Belle McDonald SCENE ONEThe girl exits a café and the night awakens [imagine a long, serpentine creature; anything made of shadows]. The streets are empty, lampposts casting yellow haze. She pulls off her mask and lets … Continue reading Ode to My Walk Home
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