Literary Journal
By Addie Lamb Our heads are round so thought can change the direction. Allan Ginsberg “Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazz bands marijuana hipsters peace & junk & drums!” -Ginsberg, Footnote to “Howl”, 21 The language of sound knows no rules. Insipid rigidity within poetics was thrown into dissolution…
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Harmony Moura Burk Every Sunday, three old women gather in the kitchen, chattering about the latest church scandal. They’ve turned it into a ritual over the years, laying out secrets like they layout tea sets and cakes. Their mothers did the same thing, and their grandmothers, and their great grandmothers. The table is set, the…
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By Medha Anoo Are you watching shows that glorify unhealthy relationships? Good. For girls, close relationships with our best friends are a nearly universal experience, and often begin at young ages. We are all familiar with the depiction of the girlhood sleepover, which included hair braiding, scary movies, telling secrets, and then pinky-swearing never to…
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By: Jack Gross “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.” Che Guevara When you hear the term “revolution”, what images come to mind? Maybe it’s French guillotines staining the cobblestone streets with bourgeoise blood, or hastily assembled signs with bold black writing announcing a…
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