Lucy Ton That ’26 Possibility—was born when the sky criedthe night at 11:02 pm on August 22nd, 2022on Old Campus. The sky, like a scar in theuniverse, sobbed so hard that the drops hurtwhen they broke on my skin. I looked downat my Converse, once light but now darkblue, at my heavied brown skirt, soaking…
Lucy Ton That ’26 Shame—was born at 9:48 am on September22nd, 2022, in a dusty classroom on YorkStreet full of Viet kids who can’t speak theirown language. Shame was born at the samemoment that language died a confused deathin Lucy Ton That’s mouth, strangled by hernoose of a tongue. Learning language is likebecoming a child…
by Edwin Zishiri ’25 DADDY A small devastation is the sound that Daddy made when he put the cup down. He was always putting that brown cup down. That brown cup with the rotten, brown afterlife in it. That cup that he took with him to the park with the lavender flowers and big oak…
By Anaiis Rios-Kasoga ’25 Editor-In-Chief “Where did you go to high school?”A cream-colored face looks back expectantly as their question reverberates in the space between us. Their tone expects a certain answer and suddenly that space becomes a valley. I gaze across the cracked opening, paralyzed by the abyss at my feet. They appear characteristically…
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…