by Alexis Chauvette Alexandra Fuller changed my life. I have never met a person as cool and in–tune with her soul. Starting with a twenty–minute meditation (which is actually very difficult), she challenged us… Continue reading
By: Cartier Pitts Many Freshmen may remember seeing this twenty-something, tall, black man walking the halls of Hathaway Brown this past fall during the Young Writers and Artists Festival. I am certain that… Continue reading
By: Maaryah Malik In an art room, paint brushes will have been used countless of times by eager hands itching to put work on a page. Once used, the paint brushes will start… Continue reading
By: Sue Roy I sit just a few feet from the corner- I really don’t want to be more secluded than I already am. I’m a robot-like figure, easily taken apart. I am… Continue reading
By: Kacey Gill I’d never noticed her shoes before. They were black patent leather – or at least they used to be patent leather. After all the years of use, they had become… Continue reading
By: McKenna Ritter The dark metal hooks stretch like ivy from a mahogany base. The lower hook forms a “G” with its counterpart the hidden signature of the carpenter, possibly named George or… Continue reading
By: Sue Roy There are almost like Keds, Size 8.5, Just like my sister and I, Practical, sneaker-like, flat. My mom is like that, Practical and always thinking, Always moving, always loving. Her… Continue reading
By: Aarathi Sahadevan October 31st was a wet and gray day, making it ideal for those warm, deep discussions and connections that we all hoped for at this year’s writer’s festival. Equipped with… Continue reading
By: Addie Klimek Italian greyhound lived off from a chaise, Beating a smooth courboullion for the right windpipe and clearing the sillabub of the world council of churches When I walked… Continue reading
By: Isabella Nilsson What is death? Do words after it make sense is there a black man at a black typewriter saying it is his turn to come along her turn to sing… Continue reading
