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What’s the Skinny on Brandy HELLville?
Ever heard of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Well Brandy Melville in Princeton’s historic Palmer Square has just been visited by something even stranger. A mysterious, pope-like figure appeared to float in the popular teen clothing store. When approached for comment, he claimed to be a reincarnation of Asahara Shoko of the Aum Shinrikyo…
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Shit in my blood
i was thinking about what’s in my blood and it’s mostly genetic stuff but also a wasteland if you’ve read T.S. Eliot so if you’re curious here’s not all just some of the shit in my blood: 55% plasma, mostly water carrying salt & proteins, tranquil medium that shapes time and space, the osmotic…
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Passenger Announcement in Progress
A soft chime. The PA system exhales with a crackle before speaking. Good evening, passengers, and welcome aboard Flight QTR955. Please ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened. Stow all carry-on memories beneath the seat or within overhead compartments. Pack lightly — heavy luggage may slow ascent. As we prepare for takeoff, take one last look…
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Moon, where are you?
On my birthday there was supposed to be a full moon and I’m sure there was under the clouds but I got out of bed to see it and couldn’t find it. I looked up on google where the moon was supposed to be (southwest) and looked there but all I saw were gray murky…
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Jazz
We are in assembly. Voices intermingle with deep jazz that drips from speakers stationed all around the house. Something beneath my sternum vibrates silently. The lights are colder than I know you’d prefer. But I’ve got candles at home, with molten wax that oozes down far beyond the little sphere of gleaming honeycomb. We…
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Frog World
“Now, imagine you are a frog and you know that all your frog flesh and frog blood is shared with your frog brothers. What kind of frog would you be?”
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Three Years in the Shadow of Gaza
The Maher family escaped death, but what does it mean to rebuild what they’ve lost?
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Just a Little Deeper: Full Design
Check out a copy of the issue around campus, or see the full design below!
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the life and loves of a hopelessly unromantic artist
“i bit your fingertip. you tasted like cigarettes and irish whiskey and sweat—discordant, utterly unamerican, addictive.”
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