Category: October 2023
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My First Hardcore Show and the Origins of Moshing
Written by Julia Cote Art by Alisa Kokorovic My first experience of moshing was unintentional; that is, nonconsensual. This was likely the introductory experience for most, or at least most girls who went to DIY shows without realizing that a sweaty guy of six foot would be slamming his body…
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How to Lose Yourself In 12 Days
Written by Clara MacMeekin Art by Simone Lerner I am ten years old. School is hard, even in the fourth grade. No one seems to have a solution for that and I feel stupid for it. There is another math test today and before I left the car this morning,…
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Walking in a State of Drowsiness
Written by Ella Quinlan Art by Lillian Anderson Sleep is an indicator of my mental state. It’s 3 AM on a Tuesday, and the walls still haven’t spoken back. They drip of grief from a past life; the remains pool onto the floor in the form of dirty laundry piles…
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What’s A Girl to Wear?
Written by Madeleine Minks Art by Greta Scheff I’ve earned a title here at Champlain: the strawberry girl. If you’re here often, you might have seen me walking around campus in various combinations of pink, red and white, usually sporting some sort of strawberry-themed accessories: strawberry-patterned clothes, strawberry lanyard, strawberry…
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A Fast Fashion Fiasco
Written by Aeowynn Ayres Art by Lily Anderson Karl Lagerfeld once said: “Trendy is the last stage before tacky.” As a result of the constant overconsumption of fast fashion brands that is beginning to be normalized, the lines between what is trendy and what is tacky have never been so…
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Deep Plunge
Poem by Simone Lerner Art by Lillian Anderson My hull hits the hibernal sea I allow the familiar lull and push to take control Steel shackles of guilt and shame plunge me towards the floor Tendrils of eelgrass grab my ankles, pulling me further into the pain My body aches…
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Weed Before Xmas
Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin T’was the Night before Weed Day, when all through the house No creatures were stirring, not even a mouse; Their buds hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug…
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A Note to You
Poem by Aeowynn Ayres Art by Alisa Kokorovic I look at photos of myself from the period that I knew you, and I am glad. Glad that the storms you were battling no longer endanger my harbor, pulling me down below the surface, drowning me. I am glad that the…
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Caffeinated
Poem by Madeline Minks Art by Lucas Eglin busy bees buzz in my gut bucking, up, buckle up, buttercup. but, it’s not enough if you bit off the brush. buzzing gut hums barely too much. bigger belly, bigger bones. i hone in on the marrow. barrels of bodies in my…
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