Dayna Weissman, 2021
“Sometimes, when a whale dies, an event called a whale fall takes place. These occur when a whale falls into the ocean’s abyssal zone and an ecosystem forms around it.”
“it’s a tic / tic / heretics / tic / would tear down
the walls of this place, where jesus haunts
the rooms, and i would too”
“My friend hurt a little bit more last night
“And so we never truly shed our skin.”
“I wish I could have seen it”
“THIS PARTY WILL BE SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU FOR BUYING THE STREAMERS”
“walked down Cumberland Avenue to meet my own ghost. He
stood there naked and trembling waiting on my arrival.”
“The boy. Where’d he go this time?”
“I know an outsider might think our encounter was hardly an encounter at all—but I had traded some childhood innocence for sharper eyes.”
“Nurse, I think I’d better tell you what happened to me. You seem like a nice guy and I’d like to tell you why I’m in all these bandages. Y’know, to clear things up.”
Before we begin, it is in my interest to inform you: I do not have a penis.
"One night at the beach, gazing off at the pillars, a deep sadness welled up inside him. Nothing he had ever wanted so much felt so out of reach."
"Distance between them and me stretches with this necessarily tangible barrier so that we cannot be ‘us.’ In this distance, I can breathe."
Saam Niami Jalinous
"I fell in love with Joan Didion during my first semester of college, and just as quickly as she filled me with total excitement for the art form of essay writing, she showed me that there’s a lot I have to learn."
How can you deem one life less than because they don’t hold an arbitrary piece of paper labeling them as ‘legal’? How can you deny someone protection, and the safety needed to get an education, because they don’t have these long, intertwined roots that your white ancestors established long ago?
This article contains a personal retelling of sensitive information pertaining to a sexual assault and an attempt to solicit a minor to perform sexual acts. The author is anonymous.
"Speeding along gravel came a cloud of kinetic thunder. Rocks pop-popping off the car’s rusty red underbelly, the engine whirred and groaned and pulsated and trembled.