• Icebreakers


    Written by Eve Danziger  Art by Lillian Anderson  One day, I came across a social media post asking how many seagulls you would have to find inside of your house before you start to think someone’s putting them there. I would eventually forget about this post, but that’s what started this icebreaker obsession of mine. … Read more

  • “November”


    Poem by Rylie Waterbury  Art by Justin Bissonette  January was a still month. I recall the smell of vodka sauce. The wind nips hard this time of winter. I hated February. I felt no love. At least it’s short. March was the devil on my shoulder. All was lost and it was still so dark… Read more

  • “The Burning Bud”

    “The Burning Bud”

    Poem by Randolph Trow Art by Lucas Eglin Spinoff of “The Burning Babe” by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night, stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat, which made my head to grow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A beautiful joint, softly… Read more

  • Christian Summer Camp: Jesus Would Weep

    Christian Summer Camp: Jesus Would Weep

    Written by Clara MacMeekin  Art by Lucas Eglin  The smile slips from my face the second I walk into my bedroom. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in two and a half weeks. I’m pretty sure my mom knew something was wrong (more so than me just coming home early after catching whatever sickness… Read more

  • Being One Of The Boys

    Being One Of The Boys

    Written by Julian Dindal  Art by Julian Dindal  Julian Dindal is queer, genderfluid, and transmasculine. If you had told my younger self that I would be close friends with a group of almost entirely cis men, they would have been scared shitless. As a child, I rarely socialized with boys unless they were the object… Read more

  • How I Found God In A Coffee Shop

    How I Found God In A Coffee Shop

    Written by Madeleine Minks  Art by Julian Dindal  Friday, November 3rd started in the way many of my days do: with me calling my mom. I am what some might call a mama’s girl. We talk almost every day; I often call her in the morning while I’m getting ready and we tell each other… Read more

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