by Isabella Hird Migrations, by Charlotte McConaghy, is a love letter of sorts to a loved one, oneself, and the Earth. A beautiful, flighty, and farfetched book, Migrations seeks to define the complexities of connections. Set in a dystopic near-future time, where the Earth has been environmentally devastated and many
by William Caron Beauty lies in the prime waterfall While life flows through the wildest river So that peace can always be found in the seven seas Helios always gladdens the noblest of the elements Although stormy cyclones may rise In the depth of the ocean you find nothing but
by Ted Langston Chase Luke and Elisha share fishing on the Salkehatchie River, a river that flows past the plantation on which they have lived all their lives. They are seated at their favorite spot which is a good distance from the main house, clusters of workhouses, and slave quarters.
by Nikita-Kiran Singh “Men never believe chance can wreak great consequence. Yet the story of this place is full of such slips.” Namwali Serpell’s The Old Drift begins where it ends at the Zambezi river, after a winding journey through time and place. Beginning as historical fiction and ending as
by Ashley Reid Cathy Marie Buchanan’s newest novel is set in pagan Europe, on the eve of the arrival of the Roman Empire. The story is told from the perspectives of Hobble, a young girl with otherworldly gifts, and her mother, Devout. Hobble has foreseen soldiers spreading to the village
by Ashlynn Chand As I stare at the screen, I am greeted with two faces: both bright-eyed, dark-haired, wearing fashionable glasses. At first glance, they could easily be mistaken for twins, but on further interrogation, you can see slight differences in stature, height, and facial shapes. They’re brothers, of course,
by Neelam Singh Life takes a swing at Ariana Grande and she responds with a mega-successful album. This year the entire Earth took a hit, and Ari proved that she has our backs (to which I am listening). Friday at midnight came the drop of Positions, and once again our
by Neelam Singh While you take your time, I’ll be laying with another. I’ll be here, in my mind, fast asleep under the covers. I’m at peace, I’m in rest, my eyes soft, clothed in content. No upset, no second guess, no want to forgive, or to forget. I’ll be