• Chic In Retro: The Enduring Fashion Of ‘Easter Parade’ That Continues To Inspire Today

    Chic In Retro: The Enduring Fashion Of ‘Easter Parade’ That Continues To Inspire Today

    Pinterest A few years ago, I stumbled upon the classic film “Easter Parade.” What began as a curious exploration into Hollywood’s past quickly blossomed into an annual springtime tradition for me. With its vibrant depictions of Easter celebrations, charming performances from Judy Garland and Fred Astaire, and, most importantly, its stunning fashion, the film ignited…

  • Unexpected Chapters

    Unexpected Chapters

    A boy sat alone in the library a few tables away from me. He was reading a Harry Potter book, and I couldn’t help but think he was the cutest guy I had ever seen. He had green eyes and brown hair and wore dark black glasses that made him look similar to Clark Kent…

  • A Night At The Cinema

    A Night At The Cinema

    Carrie sat in her seat, popcorn on her lap, waiting for the feature film to start. She wasn’t feeling the usual excitement she would get from going to the cinema, this had been killed off when she saw her seat! She knew it was a petty thing to get annoyed about, after all, the main…

  • One Of A Kind

    One Of A Kind

    stand your ground be loud express yourself wear what makes you feel good be weird shine as brightly as you can be unapologetic about who you are you are one of a kind after all let people see that This was written by our contributing writer, Luna Baic.

  • Vivarium (2019)

    Vivarium (2019)

    Thomas Moore’s ‘Utopia’ was first published in 1516, and what this movie shows us is the actual portrayal of what ‘Utopia’ is. As the film begins, it gives you a sense of chill, of course, but another major emotion that it raises within the audience is suffocation, a sense of entrapment that forms the very…

  • Lost Essence

    Lost Essence

    There was magic once Magic beyond comprehension These words are witness In your arms I felt happy In your heart I was special But now I’m nothing but a nuisance If my heart had any light Would it still show? Underneath the moonlight I hoped to dance with you, Yet my wishes are just wishes…

  • I Miss You

    I Miss You

    I miss you quietly, So quietly that I can’t think clearly. I miss your infantile smiles; I miss your gentle touch. I miss your charming eyes, And your coffee complexion, That glints like a torch. Oh! Radiant starlight, I miss being your companion. I miss you when I’m eating. I miss you when I’m Facebooking.…

  • Springtime Fine

    Springtime Fine

    Happy Springtime, loves! Oh, how I have a love-hate relationship with spring. I love the season for its vibrant color palettes, the joy of sundresses, and, in my younger years, the excitement of spring break. And, of course, there’s nothing like a springtime romance. But on the flip side, I hate allergies. And when I…

  • Forever Home

    Forever Home

    This illustration was done by Kristi Coghlan who is our writer, Karina Coghlan’s mother. She lived in splintered pallets piled high; Wooden crates, slowly rotting outside; An unstable shelter where she could hide When fearing the dark and moonless sky. A cloudburst floods the parking lot. Stray cats come to drink from puddles in the…

  • Jesmyn Ward’s Let Us Descend

    Jesmyn Ward’s Let Us Descend

    Let Us Descend follows Annis, an enslaved girl from a Carolinian rice field, as she is sent away by her sire to New Orleans, Louisiana. During the year she spends fighting for her life on the sugar plantation, Annis encounters various nature spirits who both serve as help and adversaries. One of these spirits is…

  • I Press Decline

    I Press Decline

    My words once poured like rivers, soft, honest, unafraid. I wrote you in verses, in whispers, in the spaces between what I said. You heard me, but you never listened, held me, but never stayed. Now you call, like I’m still waiting, like my heart still beats the same. But I have learned the weight…

  • A Bird’s Migration

    A Bird’s Migration

    I almost moved to the coast, shrouded in roaring ports. Where time traversed slower, trees pooling their early-vibrancy as memories come and passed. I almost moved the fireflies from their hometown in twilight-dew, a flicker of light caught by few. I almost moved mountains and rivers and storm-clouds and constellations, but that chance was taken…