Issues

hands of absalom

poem by Anonymous His hands fumble, Struggle; Wrapped in thick mittens of self doubt. Shaken to the core. The egg cracks in his grasp The pencil tip will not remain straight.
locked doors

short story by Bailey Doe, ’20 No one knew what was behind the doors of Sector D, no one but the scientists working there. So you can imagine my surprise when I got a message from Caleb, the lead scientist in the star lab (the field I was working in). I didn’t know what was…
balancing act

novel excerpt by Nora Bannon, ’20 Jordan I have never, ever wanted to be popular. If you were to describe my life to someone, they would expect me to be one of the cool kids. I’m six feet tall and look like a Barbie doll, which I hate. I live in a huge fancy old…
the gaze

art by Chloe Xie, ’19

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