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  • New York Pizza: Rat-Sized Bites

    New York Pizza: Rat-Sized Bites

    Poem by Sarah Chack  Art by Seven Descheneaux  A yellow line confines us to this place, keeps our feet racing across the cracks in the pavement; these are the ley lines of a small world, newly founded magic borders that not even the strongest of us dare to cross. We follow a familiar scent with… Read more

  • Firstborn

    Firstborn

    Poem by Abriella Guertin Pictured: Abriella’s Mom, 2009 a month and five days after 9/11 fourteen days before her 21st birthday my mother had a son a miserable baby colic and constantly crying a list of allergies longer than her loan payments first gen but still stuck in the family curse of a firstborn before… Read more

  • Long Live The Darkroom, a Farewell

    Long Live The Darkroom, a Farewell

    Written by Jordan Douglas  Cover image by Valentina Bardakova  As the academic year concludes, I’d like to take a moment to appreciate the creative niche that the darkroom has provided for Champlain College. I have been teaching both the introductory and intermediate darkroom courses for 19 years and have witnessed hundreds of students grow beyond… Read more

  • To Be A Daughter Is To Spend Money

    To Be A Daughter Is To Spend Money

    Written by Clara MacMeekin  Art by Lucas Eglin  As soon as I turned eight years old, I was already tired of being a kid. I was bored of math tests I could never ace and reading comprehension I could never comprehend and having chaperones and not buying all the things I wanted. The only thing… Read more

  • What’s in a Name?

    What’s in a Name?

    Written by Madeleine Minks  Art by Eva Colabatistto  Note: All parties whose names are stated provided their consent for use in this article. Names in my family have a history of shifting like water. Three out of four of my grandparents don’t/didn’t go by their legal name, and the remaining one legally changed his last… Read more

  • Lambskin

    Lambskin

    Poem by Sarah Chack  Art by Lillian Anderson  TW: Gore Her skin is stretched too tightly; she feels it reaching its breaking point as it strains to hold itself together over bones that are soon to be dust-bound, pounded by time. The flesh pulls itself taught, elongates until it becomes a rope about to snap,… Read more