Creative Work

Milk Teeth

Molly Beale

We were as tall as the Hollyhocks were the year you had to leave me. When fairies could still be seen sleeping in the perfume of lilacs, and bumble bees loved the sweet flesh of snap dragons. We were frail like flowers too, giggling the seeds of our laughter up and away in the kite-flying wind. The whole world was spectacular and small.

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National Poetry Month

Holly Mason

In honor of National Poetry Month, our staff put together a list of 12 stunning, mighty, & nourishing poems. Featuring poems by: Camille Rankine, Franny Choi, Meg Day, Christopher Soto (Loma), Zeina Hashem Beck, Natalie Diaz, Travis Lau, Saeed Jones, Aracelis Girmay, Oliver Baez Bendorf, Lisa Summe, Dana Levin

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Artwork By Marissa Zarrabzadeh

Marissa Zarrabzadeh

These works are my way of understanding, healing, and resisting. They are specific to my experiences, understandings, and interpretations of past trauma, nightmares, vivid dreams, insomnia, and anxiety. They have become my weapon and my strength. A way of connecting with other artists (and non-artists, too) actively resisting through their work. For me that means a place to support and be supported, to not feel or be silenced, to listen and be heard.I want to deconstruct all of the social expectations of what I should or shouldn’t be based on my body, and this is how I do that. Creating these works is the fire that gives me strength to push forward.

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After Hours: Social Rituals

Christina Girardi

Girardi explores the visual and social subjects of the bar through drawings done on site and photographs taken from nights out, happy hours, or simply among the gathering of friends at local bars. Through these drawings, Girardi attempts to mimic and recollect setting, sound, blocks of color, and interaction of the aesthetics surrounding these memories created through the social habits of today’s young urban population.

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Out On This Red Edge: A Lyric Essay by Abby Minor

Abby Minor

In any case, who would think of the room at home where I used medicine to miscarry, July light in the curtains, bee balm and sunflowers at the foot of the bed? You hear the frogs (you never see them) as sugar-pains tapped out, tapping. The funny thing about storytelling is, leaving things out is very important.

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