this week
deserted [feature]
by Ellyse Givens on November 29
On my ninth birthday, my Grandpa Bill gifted me a copy of The Little Prince. I remember the cover with the blonde boy who stood amongst the stars, but I didn’t read the story until recently, when Bill sent a letter that reminded me of the image.
our first lives [feature]
by Audrey Wijono on November 16
tw: body image, disordered eating/body image, some mention of gender dysphoria
breaking bread [feature]
by Samira Lakhiani on November 8
Upon returning home from a family reunion trip two summers ago, I was welcomed back by the presence of two very conspicuous solid lines on the white plastic Covid-19 test in my hand. I had not (to my knowledge) had Covid since the pandemic had started. It was bound to happen at some point, I thought ...
send my love [feature]
by Ellyse Givens on November 1
Nearly all seventeen species of penguins are intensely colonial, gathering in “great teeming masses” to court one another. To win a female’s affection, males swing their heads side to side or raise their flippers or throw their beaks to the sky to carol their best trills and squawks. Some gentoo ...
speaking in tongues [feature]
by Audrey Wijono on October 18
After hundreds of years of disruption, displacement, and colonial violence in Indonesia, I’m learning Dutch. Rudimentary, garbled Dutch, but Dutch nonetheless.
write about it [feature]
by Ayoola Fadahunsi on October 4
“And the winner of poetry interpretation is…”
the beginning, take two [feature]
by Cat Gao on September 27
“‘I dream backwards now. You won’t believe how backwards you’ll dream someday.’”
on coastlines and other beginnings [feature]
by Elena Jiang on September 20
“You’re you, you see, and nobody else. You are you, right?”
late february visitant [feature]
by Sydney Pearson on April 27
“Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.”
remembrance [feature]
by Audrey Wijono on April 20
One year, my mother committed herself to scrapbooking my oma’s life. For weeks, she scoured the depths of old boxes and dusty albums, until she’d found records of every pivotal moment of my oma that she could. Sepia, water-stained photos adorned the pages, accompanied by careful captions, dates. ...
the bittersweet taste of nostalgia [feature]
by Samira Lakhiani on April 14
As if by reflex, I grab the keys off the kitchen counter and toss them to my sister. A frequent inhabitant of the passenger seat, I am more than happy to relinquish control of the car. We head into the sticky garage, and the familiar humidity of a Rhode Island summer greets us. Our routine begins.
the peripheral view [feature]
by Joyce Gao on April 6
I know romanticizing sleep deprivation is a little foolish. I am not speaking of just any sleep deprivation; I am speaking of the kind you knowingly bring upon yourself when you are young and carefree, the kind that puts you in a dream-like state, replaying snippets from the previous night. If you have ...
an ozarker in the ivy league [feature]
by Ethan Miller on March 23
I left my home in Springfield, Missouri when I was 18 to attend college in Providence, Rhode Island. As the valedictorian of my high school class and recent co-star of a public tragedy in my hometown, my final months in the comforting hollows of the Ozarks were filled with warnings, worry, and a taste ...
school night seance [feature]
by Damian Wasilewicz on March 16
Preparing for a spirit circle is easier than you might think.
boyhood and me [feature]
by Audrey Wijono on March 9
cw: homophobic slur, mentions of gender dysphoria
esport epics [feature]
by Hari Dandapani on March 3
It’s Friday afternoon, and I’ve arrived home from middle school just in time to catch the last game of the European professional League of Legends scene. The rest of my night will be spent catching up on highlights from the games I missed while I was at school, with breaks only to eat, walk my dog, ...
the blue hour [feature]
by Joyce Gao on February 23
After sunset is the blue hour. The sun is just below the horizon, and on a clear day, the remaining light scatters through the air, turning everything blue. At some point, you must have pushed out of a door, rolled down a window, or dragged a trash bag to the driveway and suddenly felt that blue air ...
