I knew then that if following that truth was healing her and kept bringing her back to this honorable work, that indeed we were no...
Living in a punitive, crime and punishment society makes the idea of #LoveWITHAccountability almost inconceivable. What on earth would be unearthed if we began to...
By Sharon Lin I don’t need your misogyny Your happy-go-lucky sugar sweet kisses wrought against wet skin in a tattered skin-tight bathing suit...
By Angela Kong “What’s your major?” They ask me. I pause. I always pause. I’ve never been the type to speak up in class....
By Jade Pearl Frost When I first stepped foot onto Colorado College’s campus as a freshman, I was amazed by the beautiful landscape, the friendly...
By Malia Nahinu A painful existence— Confusing messages, Spoken to us as children in anger From protective mothers, “DO NOT WALK ALONE AT NIGHT.” Dresses...
By Sally Deskins “Not Everyone Gets to Be Pretty,” a photograph of the artist donning bloody, streaky red paint and a bulbous, red-and-pink hat,...
By Jordan Prochnow This semester’s mental breakdown is upon me. The other patrons on my Regional Transportation District bus look at me briefly, my...
By Journey McAndrews ~ for all the Thelmas “Something’s, like, crossed over in me and I can’t go back. I mean I just couldn’t...
By Rosalind Moran If you’re a man, woman, child, or even a bright green extraterrestrial who actually does have eyes the size of its...
By Bella Week There are about as many higher education institutions in this country as there are prisons, and all but Columbia and the University...
HECUBA Hecuba, rage as if you were still Queen, or at least make a sound, so I can send the kingdom’s remaining children to...
By Mohadesa Najumi I want to share with you my own personal theory entitled “The -1 vs. +1 value.” It is my formula to explain...
By Megan Bryde The future must no longer be determined by the past. I do not deny that the effects of the past are...
The River-son’s Betrayal Ganga, the river goddess, drowned her seven sons as infants. When the Vasus were still unborn she vowed...
Dowry We gave 125 pavans of gold to weigh you down—a kilo of yellow that gleamed like a tiger’s eye or like...
The Blessed Back when we belonged only to ourselves but didn’t know it, when dust coiled around our ankles with every step...
This isn’t an open letter. It’s cautionary. Warning tape surrounds this statement. Enter at your own risk.