—– 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, […]
Enthüllung by Kendall Owens Translated from the English by Ann-Kristin Rose Wenn ich eine Motte wäre, Hätte ich Flügel aus Stroh Und einen kleinen empfindlichen Körper. Das Ding ist: Stroh brennt. Ich müsste mich vor Flammen behüten. Wie eine Motte zu Flamme, Wie ein Berg zu Staub Du bist Staub Und als Staub sollst du […]
Revelations By Kendall Owens If I was a moth,I’d have wings of strawand a little, black, breakable body. Thing is:Straw burns.I’d have to be wary of flames. Like moth to flameLike mountain to dustYou are dustand to dust you shall return. Upon my return, I was greeted by the glare of sunlightreflected off tin roofs.And […]