by nora hylton ’25 managing editor The summer I became a woman, I did it in the corner store. Became a woman, I mean. It was hot, and all the girls around me blossomed while I writhed. It happened like this, I found myself getting caught up at the orange bin at the store. It…
Category: Prose
coming home
is a cataclysmic experience in a young girl’s heart. she is lost in the nostalgia of simpler times wide-eyed to the small pleasures she never thought she’d miss. so easy to fall back into place. but she has since realized she no longer fits in a space so small. so she stands at the window…
Home monologue
By Esha Ahktar ’25 Contributing Writer Of all the mornings we spent together, I most clearly remember the sunlight. Her pink and orange curtains seized the dawn sunshine and threw it across her bedroom, lighting up our faces as we procrastinated starting our days. I remember the stack of perfectly curated books from Verso and…
red vines
By Chidima Anekwe ’24 Editor-in-Chief Random Disclaimer (Tyler the Creator style): “Red Vines” was written as a creative exercise in response to “Cat Person” by Kristen Roupenian, a short story published in the New Yorker that went viral a few years ago. My piece takes the exposition of the story and reorients it in the…
Stop Looking at Me
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-in-Chief Life steams up from under the streets rising in thick tendrils between grates along the sidewalk. Through the haze, I can just make out the shapeless faces of the mass that pushes against my body. They’re not real people. When I walk up 14th I’m supposed to pretend there is…