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
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
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
