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Letter from the Editors

Dear dearest, Lines that we abide by, whether spatial or social, often appear to us as natural. But there is no inherent reason why a boundary exists in one location rather than somewhere else. To raise that thought would be … Read More

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Nass Recommends: Eddington (2025)

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?   A sheriff walks into a party for a noise complaint, without a word or a mask. As he reaches the party’s speaker setup, the music cuts out with a thump.    … Read More

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Queerness, Creativity, and Community – Zine Making Night with Passionfruit Magazine

Zines are self-published magazines crafted from conjoining pages of paper into a miniature booklet, embellished with all sorts of mixed media throughout their pages. Magazine cutouts, paragraphs pulled from old books, paint, writing and/or stickers; whatever your heart desires, as … Read More

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Kaleidoscope of an Ending

“My perception of time is distinctly geometric: I trace the progression of years in counterclockwise circles that thicken like layers of pencil. I wish I could distinguish between them.”

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Everything will be okay: Full Design

Pick up a physical copy around campus, or view the full design here!

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Letter from the Editor

Dear dearest,   There’s a schoolyard question that goes something like: “Would you rather know how you are going to die, or when?” The question is perverse, with both options becoming increasingly tortuous the longer you think. It’s easy to … Read More

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Thoughts from my time sitting on the window sill of a castle in the Czech countryside

Is it better to not understand than to be misunderstood?

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Because We Were Girls Together

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.                So how should I presume?   (from The Love … Read More

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No machine

In lieu of goodbye I send a tiny house in the mail, flimsy porcelain talisman a weak barricade. Like Joni I become cellophane, no personal  defenses, the wrapper on a pack of cigarettes, the dirt on the road of your … Read More

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Liquidation

“That could be anyone, I think. The beach, the cliffs, the moon, just something with a voice that sounds like Margaret. The ocean could have picked up her accent and dissolved it, carried what I know as Margaret—black hair, sports bra, raspy voice—and released its latent sound into the cold wind, back to me. A lure.”

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Où sont les fleurs?

Distributing flowers at food banks is more than a frivolous act.

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houston texas

            after a letter about a friend               houston is warm and smooth and deep and dark and red. It is the feeling of holding a mug in two … Read More

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