We stand on the shoulders of giants The warriors at Stonewall refused to be silenced They said no longer will we tolerate this violence Against…
Posts published in “Literary”
A Walk in the Woods
By THEA CLARKBERG on May 2018
I felt like I was dreaming. There’s something timeless, intriguing, about the way that the woods are wild. In this world where we hold tight…
Gun Control Must Be Liberationist
By MAGDALENA SMITH on May 2018
The voices of liberation movements are rarely heard Rarely prioritized, often deterred In the fight against gun violence We silence the marginalized The world only…
Untitled
By SHIVANI PATEL on May 2018
Did I make the right decision? I was following my ambition Read your body language Now we’re speaking the same tongue Getting closer like magnets…
Snag
By SOPHIE WRAY on May 2018
Everybody loves A good snaggletooth you know? Just gotta floss more!
Senryu
By JENNY YOON on May 2018
hey let’s hang out soon if it gets awkward we can just go on our phones
The Law Against My Mother’s Words
By ELEANOR RANDL on May 2018
flashlights matzo this summer is darker than the rest keep the lights off keep the windows shut we wear the night on our shoulders draped…
Burning Sky
By GUS KUCKES on May 2018
“This is going to be a very short story,” thought Laila. She looked at her watch, she tilted her unnaturally thin wrist towards the window…
The Parrots Know
By ELEANOR RANDL on April 2018
Scratchy sheets fire ants racing twisted oranges and blues on a patient sky green they grow my grandfather’s copper kisses his amber eyes we sit…
The Day After the Day After Tomorrow
By GUS KUCKES on April 2018
And you sigh a great, a long sigh that ended as something more like a whistle, as if you had been kicked in the chest.…
Criss-Cross Applesauce
By SOPHIE WRAY on April 2018
I feel like an old woman With legs like these Stiff and trying to walk but they are numb Only momentarily though Sitting criss-cross applesauce…
3/6/18
By SHIVANI PATEL on April 2018
disconnected from my body my soul is in search for some answers frequently i’ve been stuck in my world in a parallel universe where everything…
Faith
By ZACHARY FOLEY on March 2018
Faith fills the room. The faithful followers gather to worship. Rich colors combine to create an alternate world, as soft sunlight enters through the stained…
Ambition’s Intangible Clockwork
By MAGDALENA SMITH on March 2018
Ambition dripped like thick molasses through the clear, crystal air, practically palpable to the palate and tangible to the touch. Every student inhabiting the fastidiously…
11/9
By MAGDALENA SMITH on March 2018
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” —Elie Wiesel…
Train Ride
By MAGDALENA SMITH on March 2018
Correction: Part of this piece was not included in the Literary issue, and here is the full version 1 Ragged jeans, rough, wispy brown hair,…
Graduation Day!
By SVETA REDDY on February 2018
Awaited by many, The moment when we walk across the stage, Hold our diploma in our hand— A roll of paper that symbolizes years Years…
Give Up
By THEA CLARKBERG on February 2018
Give Up By THEA CLARKBERG Street lights bleed Road so smooth I’m floating, Slipping. Cold cars never touch and if they do It’s the touch…
A Satire
By DOROTHY BRAUN on February 2018
No electronics! But please, take out your Chromebooks. Ironic, isn’t it?
He recalls
By ISABEL RUBIN on February 2018
There she is on the hill, he recalls her pale thighs in that skirt he loved. The one covered in blue and pink hearts She…
Literary Issue
By THE TATTLER on January 2018
The Grove
By ANNA WESTWIG on December 2017
Note: Contains graphic violence From beneath the reeds under the mournful willow trees, there came a hushed voice whispering. A strong wind blew through…
You wake from a deep slumber in a small clearing of a forest to the music of birds harmonizing, singing their routine morning song. The…
Memorial
By ZACHARY FOLEY on December 2017
In the masses they went To combat hate To make peace where sent Death was their fate Lives left unlived Now left in the ornate…
And Then the Rain Came
By THEA CLARKBERG on November 2017
I drive too fast The motor whines like a police car And eyes glaze over. I walk past the empty room The wood stretches…
Patience
By FIONA BOTZ on November 2017
Life in Ithaca has taught me an abundance of patience. I am originally from California. Going from summer all year round to the weather changing…
Look!
By ANNA WESTWIG on November 2017
Look, look, look! Beyond the grey walls Monotone paint where the eye inevitably falls Then to the red second hand Dragged through molasses Distraction a…