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Rose Sketch

Rose Sketch

Mackenzie Schless, Guest Illustrator

December 29, 2018

Untitled

Untitled

December 29, 2018

Untitled

Untitled

December 29, 2018

I love you

Irene Denniston, Guest Writer

December 29, 2018

I wanted to say it. The urge to blurt it out, to use it as a sloppy apology, was overwhelming. But why did it feel like I was lying? Maybe I’d used it this strange way all this time. What if it had never been mo...

I am fire

Gina Tangelo, Guest Writer

December 28, 2018

I am black as the night when the sun goes away, full of stars that brighten me up. I am a white lioness, searching for her next victim, I scream danger, sirens go off all around me, warning. I am fire. I burn down wh...

Drinking

Drinking

May 21, 2018

Wave

Wave

Mikey "Millionz" Parker and Aman "Moneygrip Beats" Carter

May 21, 2018

Water

Water

May 21, 2018

My Skin is Black, My Heart is Human

Mikey Parker, Guest Artist

May 21, 2018

When you look at me, what do you see? Black skin. Which is more brown than black But whatever. When you look at me, what do you think? Do the clothes I’m wearing, or the way I Talk and walk confuse you? Startle you? My...

Ebony and Ivory

Alex Polón, Guest Writer

May 21, 2018

I tucked in my undershirt, buttoned my raggedy flannel, and zipped up my brown coat, which was starting to lighten up from the rounds of bleach my mom used to get rid of the ketchup stains. Sauntering over to my dresser to grab my r...

REBAPTISED (hypomanic)

James Clardy, Guest Writer

May 21, 2018

Blindfolds remove thyselves from faded mortal form, Scar tissue three-strong and thee strong, thy strength, Melts at cracked volcanic, sediment soaked rock, And then! Lo! Tide-pool bordering beating waves, rippling ri...

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