Words by Vivian Simon SC ’28 Graphic by Ginny O’Marah SC ’28 Today I sat on the phone trying to talk my way through. I counted the popcorn on the ceiling. I kept as much of a distance as I could and still I felt everything sinking away. At dinner they told me they all have sex. I didn’t believe them for an hour. Then … Continue reading Funny Valentine
Everything Jazz is romantic. Words By Lucy Kaplan PZ ’28 Graphic By Thea Riley PZ ’28 2024 was the year of the club classics — bumping electronic music in a crowded room and making out with beautiful strangers. We all fell victim, perhaps voluntarily, to Charli XCX’s sparkly 3am aesthetic and the chaos that came with it. Club music provides a deafeningly comfortable atmosphere of … Continue reading Everything Jazz is romantic.
Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Everything was so normal, not homey or cozy or anything too good or warm, but normal. Starkly so, in a way that I’m not particularly used to. Pleasantries were upheld and honored, I’d laughed politely about twelve times in a thirty minute period. I think my slight discomfort, inability to relax wholly, was bred from the strict adherence to … Continue reading The Bounds of Propriety
Words by Lucy Kaplan PZ ’28Graphic By Eli Heart PZ ’26 The bed. The bed is surprisingly comfortable, or rather, it is considerably less painful than standing up. If I lie still and screw up my eyes, I can make out the illusion of normalcy. It is seven o’clock. It might be morning. The room is unwavering in its sterility. I am six years old, … Continue reading The Bed
By Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Graphic by Ben Connolly PZ ’26 It’s fall and I’m happy. In the sun, my chest bakes to a berry stained pink. When my children’s literature lecture lets out at 5:30pm, I’m cripplingly cold if I make the mistake of wearing short socks. Fall in Claremont is something that I will surely miss in the way I miss fall in … Continue reading happy fall 2024
By Eli Heart PZ ’26 Therein the wood lies time untold in word Till pouring crows release a somber song And quiver more each leaf to add a verse And lost the same as snow has come and gone But worry not. Oh worry not. Stay young When sunlight gives beneath a winter white It’s missed how laughter marks the lonesome tongue Shall come again— … Continue reading Time Untold in Word
By Willa Umansky PZ ’27 The linens pooled around me, begging me to sleep just a bit longer. Nina, dad’s ex, bought me the quilt that ached for its better days. It was beautiful, even in the infancy of its haggard state. One side sported light blue pin stripes on the white fabric, while the other displayed petals dancing in a pattern that could be … Continue reading Joe Biden Day As I Recall It
Words by Vivian Simon SC ’28 Graphic by Genevieve O’Marah SC ’28 I’ve been here not even a week. It’s all slipping away. I forget what to do When this happens constantly, all the time, around the clock, my heart is thumping. I can’t stop it but I can’t show it and I can only relieve it by making it louder. Sex is loud. I … Continue reading Shaking, Signing
By Tye Iverson PZ ’26, Pixie Klam PZ ’27, Willa Umansky PZ ’27, Oscar Ponteri CMC ’27 “Do you think they’re actually all fucking?” I whispered to my friend Margot while nodding at my cousin Leonard, his wife, and his wife’s best friend. They were both quite beautiful, one looked like every Rabbi’s attractive daughter who kissed a few too many boys in middle school. … Continue reading Creative Fragments
Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Graphic by Sam Condren PZ ’28 The face of the deep, splattered through the terrain of mini mountains that mock the cavernous desertscapes that confine them. Some mystical entity beckons the sullying of sandy colored sediment, further dragging it away from its provenance. The notable genesis site— dark, abysmal, presumably holy. Edges unsure— hesitant to declare themselves in their … Continue reading Oops, I Spilled My Water
