Into the mire!
By Maya Shimamura Parker never liked her mother. She never pretended to before her mother left, and the departure certainly wasn’t going to change that. Even a month after, Parker felt annoyed when sad glances followed her around the town. Worse than the eyes were the whispers. She thought that they would die in a […]
I’m sitting outside a seafood restaurant in Narragansett, Rhode Island. I bounce my knee impatiently. We’ve been waiting to get a table for over an hour, and I’m starving. The carefree atmosphere of mindless chatter contrasts with an eerily cool breeze blowing in from the Atlantic ocean. My phone starts screaming at me, and I’m […]
—– START OF TEST —– Please fill out the following multiple-choice questions as truthfully and as responsibly as you can – there is only one right answer. This is a timed test. 1. When you’re at school walking around the lake with your friend, do you ______________ A. Squeeze her hand and her shoulders when […]
The ladder to the upper cache is shaky. The bits of dust are barely visible under the sunlight that sneaks in through the embroidered curtains. The antique wooden door is still shut. Carefully, I pull the handles, with the same pounding anticipation of unsealing a LEGO toy set. I was 12 and secretly exploring my […]
We are absolutely thrilled to revitalize a tradition of Indian Springs. To those of you who are familiar with Indian Springs School, you would know how on rainy Alabama days, Springs can sometimes become a swampland. Thus came the main inspiration for our magazine: The Mire. A mire is defined as a stretch of swampy […]
启示 By Kendall Owens Translated from the English by Sophia Cheng 如果我是一只飞蛾， 我会拥有稻草般的翅膀 以及渺小脆弱的黑色身体。 但是： 稻草会燃烧。 我必须要小心那火焰。 就如同飞蛾扑火 就像化山为尘 粉身碎骨 方得涅槃重生。 当我归来之时， 被锡顶折射出的耀眼的阳光会来迎接我 我情不自禁的思考： 在这一堆针中 藏了一根稻草。 Art by Isabella Yaghmai.
It goes like this: The crowd is homogeneous, bright eyes glowing against dark skin. Beyoncé and Jay-Z,the night’s stars, shine in the artificial light. They rule the stage, queen and king, wearing their skin like robes. Compared to them, I’m shabby, skin fitting like hand-me-downs. My pale friends stand out like beacons in the night, […]
