Growing up, I was lucky enough to attend a school where I took weekly art classes. Every single week from kindergarten to eighth grade, I marched in a neat line to the art classroom and worked on whatever project my incredible teacher, Ms. Rohlin, dreamed up for us that day. My classmates and I also took weekly V.A.P.A, or Visual and Performing Arts classes, where we banged … [Read more...] about Letter From the Editor
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Expressionists Coffeehouse Congregates Creativity & Community
Expressionists' adviser John Struloeff reads his poem "Malibu Canyon Tunnel" in the Intercultural Affairs Lounge on March 13. Seven students performed, and Struloeff was the only professor to attend and share. Photos by Faith Oh Tucked away in the Intercultural Affairs lounge on the first floor of the HAWC, the Expressionists Coffeehouse welcomed students to an evening of … [Read more...] about Expressionists Coffeehouse Congregates Creativity & Community
X is for
There are certain words in my vocabulary today that wouldn't have existed a year ago. COVID-19, a global pandemic, mask mandates. County lockdown, city curfews, closed borders, purple tier, red tier, orange tier. Gen-Z'ers using humor as a coping mechanism through TikTok, calling it a parallelogram, pandemonium, panoramic. Certain phrases that have become more apparent in … [Read more...] about X is for
The Perfect Angle
The train rocks back and forth On the edge of the Earth, it seems. Valley and falls below, And above us, snowy white peaks. Deeper into the unknown we trek, But we do not know how to rest. We are pilgrims of the modern era, Social media taught us how to see. We are pioneers of the common day, Striving for the perfect angle, and self-discovery. We flip foreign currency … [Read more...] about The Perfect Angle
Chalk by D’Artagnon Fulton
We watched Eyes of wanderlust and longing As he scratched blue fairytales onto the pavement. He is dead now So today’s turn along those halls Unveiled layers of whitewash, Ashes, soot. The transience of the past Has never failed to leave us short of breath Its push and pull Hash and re-hash as meaning rots away, And the magic That settled low … [Read more...] about Chalk by D’Artagnon Fulton