August Picking myself back up a er wilting in the heat. Every day the sun rises, crests, and I melt again. I am constantly re-freezing myself, to play games with nighttime, to transform, crystalize. When it’s hottest, I run to the lake and back, tracing my thoughts in the cracks in the concrete spreading out
Author: Liza Leonard
Before leaving the apartment, Hilda stands in front of her bedroom window and writes, “Stayed up until 4 a.m. with my art. My walls are close, and the more I create the more they converge. Lunch now with Brian.” She tucks the notebook into her bag. Her room is small, and the apartment cramped, but
My parents love to talk about the “good old days.” Whenever they recount their glorious college experiences, I think about how the way they interacted with the world around them differs from how I do now; though their stories may be altered from overuse or selective memory, they are useful as a point of comparison.
dark and rough and unbreathing atop my chest remains bone thin neck untouching away from my hair, cough crackled on hot blood. here unalone on the mountain, crouching unattentive ears remaining without the light. everything stays. not even a crow uncoils out of the hills, not even morning sounds. when I left home,
A kaleidoscope of colored rope and weaving drips off the wall at Industry Lab in Inman Square. The art piece, resembling a wall blanket, sags and bunches in places, showing the heaviness of the material. An intentional mess of wool, acrylic, and cotton, the art begs you to get closer. Cerulean surrounds lime that knits
As career opportunities change along with our rapidly transforming and increasingly interconnected world, some students have adjusted their undergraduate studies by designing their own major. Tufts offers students the opportunity to create their own major through an interdisciplinary studies (IS) program. This program allows students to opt out of the typical major and minor structure
I am starting to see visions I am learning to see words these will speak as I simmer and quake raspberry and cherry taste the same in meditation and I like the feeling of the smooth rim of escalators as we ride up in dirty lighting swish swish luscious words wander whistle whim whale and
These days, it seems as though ultra-healthy and trendy eateries are popping up everywhere. Especially among the upper class, there has been a growing interest in foods labeled as “local,” “sustainable,” “vegan,” or “organic.” The food industry has responded, offering Earth-friendly meals often at less-than-wallet-friendly prices. But are these restaurants actually dedicated to the lifestyle
Bedding twisted, eyelids twisted shut. Emerge from emerald empire of dreaming into melancholy (mystical) melon ripened day, it is already late, it is already late. Lately, leaves have been hanging low and loitering around this place, gooping up gutters and sauntering around streetways, screaming , screaming! that everything has changed and died and decayed and