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In the Temporality of Chalk

“Through my chalk drawing, I wanted to engage with the concept of fluidity and a flexible present. What if the priority was not permanence, but the process?”

by Emma Mohrmann on November 20, 2021November 20, 2021

Confessions VII

Charcoal growths.

by Ted Garmizo on November 21, 2012March 22, 2013

The Source of Us

My sister started her coming-out process in eighth grade. My brother and I were in seventh. She entered her final year of middle school feeling alienated and afraid, so when the girl next to her in homeroom showed up with a print-out of Sid Vicious taped to her binder, Steph seized the opportunity to make a friend. Her name was Anna. She was thirteen, wore rainbow-banded tights and sometimes smelled like cigarettes. Her screen name was “kind-o-kinky.” She was the first bisexual any of us had ever known.

by Anonymous on February 14, 2013April 16, 2013

Behind Closed Doors

Did the pangs ever actually stop? Are they pangs, or are they constant? Do they hurt you? Are you okay?

by Liza Milov on February 19, 2017February 26, 2017

All the Things You and I Sea

“You look Right into the mirror and recognize what you’d drawn, part by part. Then you blink and completely forget what you’d seen, where you’d been –– or rather, you can’t really tell whether you had ever seen anything in the first place.”

by Grace Kim on February 19, 2023

Lever Levre Lever

When I googled the meaning of my last name, I felt the same way I felt while visiting the museum at Gettysburg when a docent urged me to search the database and see if my ancestors had been involved in the battle.

by Emily Lever on April 11, 2013April 25, 2013

Trumpist for a Day

Going deep undercover into the terrified and terrifying world of Trump supporters and elderly grandparents.

by Mikaela Gerwin on February 14, 2016February 14, 2016

Solo in Stockholm

The unexpected pleasures of traveling alone.

by Julia Case-Levine on October 12, 2015October 12, 2015

Sober on the Street

Maybe there were blue lights crawling up the wall that night like a drunken bro running his hands up a woman’s skirt.

by Beth Mayerson on October 4, 2015October 17, 2015

I Think Therefore I Am Tolerant

Recently, a friend was telling me how a certain musical artist had entranced him with her talent—until he found out she was very religious and thanks God for her success. My friend considers himself liberal and advocates for the rights of women, racial minorities, and the LGBT community—yet, for him, religion elicits a “bad taste in [his] mouth.”

by Nick Sexton on November 14, 2013November 16, 2013

Slice of Life

Brissed and dismissed.

by Jake Hymes on November 14, 2012March 17, 2013

My Mother’s Chart

My senior year of high school I began working for my mother’s gynecologist. A couple times a week, I would take the 4 or 5 train from my school in Brooklyn Heights to the Upper East Side.

by Lydia Weintraub on October 4, 2015October 4, 2015


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