by kailey macpherson
The greenest city in Europe, with more museums than rainy days, Berlin will be my new home.
at night, i dream of Philomela
My relationship with German has always been a complex one.
High beam highway silver lining your cigarette smoke
by shina kang
by shina kang
This collection covers the Personal juxtaposed with the Social as presented through installation.
The day my dad’s best friend died was the day I decided I hated god.
Talking is hard. Writing is a pain in the ass. Cooking is impossible.
But eating is easy.
Will it always end up getting lost? Words blend, translations reflected across pages in the rhythmic switching of left to right.
I find it difficult to describe growing up in the Greek Orthodox Church to those outside of it.
By Joseph Priolo
I could do modern art. It’s not that hard, right?
When all division disappeared
In three words
Yet, I am going to carry them with me forever. They are marked permanently on my skin.