Masquerade

by Katie Liggera photo by Lisa De Witte where is the face I saw yesterday and the day before? now…

Anywhere But Here

by Rikki Wooden There is no God in this dry, dreary town. My bare thighs stick uncomfortably to the leather…

February 10th

by Madison Jones photo by Alexa Brennan Sometimes I like to think how it might have been different; if we…

First Parcel

by Corey Hart portrait by Lisa De Witte Click to read First Parcel by Corey Hart

Zaraphilla

Zara enjoyed many things including music, theater, art and the like. She wore flowers in her hair when she felt like it and went bird-watching on the weekends. She rode her bike daily, argued with strangers about the validity of ethics and spent most of her Friday nights crying alone over empty bottles of bourbon. But there was something about her that neither John, nor anyone really, knew about her.

Intruder

by Julianna Blacey photo by Nathan Walstad Quietly I slip in, and the doors close behind. I walk down the…

Chosen or Choice?

by Melissa Zeid art by Julianna Blacey The answer is simple, but oh so complicated: Judaism is much, much more…

The Food of Friendships

By Madison Jones Mid-September, freshman year, dinnertime. I am sitting with a group of faceless, nameless people, eating a dish…