by Bex Pendrak and Evelyn Kennedy Jaffe The mythos of the carnival continues to follow you throughout your entire life. As a child, you’re entranced by the bright lights and the fried food and the big prizes and the rides … Continue reading Funhouse Mirrors: Body Dysmorphia/Gender Dysphoria

by Stephanie Tom art by Havi Rojer It wasn’t until yesterday I realized that  the two succulents I had potted earlier  in the year had withered into husks  a few weeks ago. They had lived and died  within the span … Continue reading Post-Ghost Elegy for Spring Succulents

by Havi Rojer I’m feeling devious / You’re looking glamorous / Let’s get mischievous / And polyamorous / Wine and women and wonderful vices / Welcome to the cult of Dionysus “The Cult of Dionysus,” The Orion Experience The word … Continue reading A Very Short History of Bacchanalia & Dionysia

by Laura Schroeder art by Emma Eisler One second, you’re a tried and true staple of American food service innovation: A little, laminated paper box full of french fries. The first cousin of the more flashy Dixie cup, you’re reliable, … Continue reading Smushed Detritus

by Mariana Meriles photo by Emma Condie There’s a long list of first dates that tween me consistently dreamed of (aside from just any date in the first place). But the one that always made the top of the list … Continue reading The Perfect First Date

by Sarah Bastos All of the houses look the same with their manicured lawns, picket white fences, and leftover holiday decorations. You don’t remember when the next-door neighbors moved out. Or when the new neighbors began living there. Every Friday … Continue reading small town gothic

by Quinn Theobald art by Belle McDonald As far as I can remember, there were three reasons why Gran called her garden a faerie garden. As for carrots, they were rain food and Saturday morning food. Those were Gran’s favorite … Continue reading An Eye Out for Ladybugs

by Emma Bernstein art by Belle McDonald Even if you’ve never been, even if you grew up in the claustrophobic crush of a city where no one knows their neighbors’ names, a corner of your memory is reserved just for … Continue reading One Promised Happy Day

by Vee Cipperman The six of us bundle up and out to Coney Island—which isn’t an island, as much as a salted strip of land that cuts a rind around New York. The Q train rumbles from underground tunnels to … Continue reading December: Coney Island