An article by: Aishvara Michelle. For some reason, every day there are always human interactions. Every day, whether you like  it or not,...

By: Claire Kroening. She left peaches on park benches. Spun yarn into scarves, and hung them on the winter-frosted rails. Sweetness ached...

By: J.R. Harrington. A dead bird in the swimming pool filter. The screaming of its mother, birdsong, sirensong of the water. Calling out...

An article by: Aishvara Michelle. In a sea of people, there will be one person who becomes our soul mate. This is the first step  in...

By: Victoria Diaz. A modern poet once wrote “Our coming-of-age has come and gone. Suddenly the summer, it’s clear” about the clarity of...

By: Claire Kroening. Tangerine pulped her fingers, laced like vinegar on springwater. She dreamt of Icarus on rooftops torn. On...

By: J.R. Harrington. Summer presses against your skin, hot and heavy. It tells you of its great desire, and sometimes you feel it, too....

By: Victoria Diaz. I never felt ugly but I never felt pretty either. A boy never told me I was pretty therefore I can’t be, because, when...

An article by: Aishvara Michelle. Politics is basically a phenomenon that is closely related to people’s lives. Humans are social ...