Untitled Words and Photo by Max Lees The hunting party sets out Into the mudsucking swamp stumbling through thick fog and shooting at answers to a question they’re still looking for Carrying black-and-white binoculars, chanting to a two- beat stomp chasing ghosts and waving excitedly at some object in the distance conjured by their burning […]
When you can’t keep up with the world, make yourself a new one
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Dear reader, I’m not keen to admit this, but the theme for this magazine emerged from a meme: namely, the “everything is cake” trend from summer 2020. Slicing into everyday objects only to reveal an interior of cake is unsettling, to say the least. And yet, is this not the most succinct metaphor for life—that
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Words by Milo ZhuVisuals by Yoon-Ji Kweon Note From the Poet: I wrote this poem to criticize the misogynistic men who sexualize others’ bodies, and the ways in which women are subjected to objectification. This poem references sexual assault and depicts some heavy topics that may bring discomfort. If you are in need of resources,
The meaning of cake through different stages of life
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Take off the rose-tinted glasses, Canada Words by Abi AkinladeIllustration by Helen Yu The Bible’s Book of Exodus refers to “a land flowing with milk and honey”; it alludes to an idyllic utopia in which its inhabitants never suffer from grief or hunger. According to the likes of Doug Ford and Don Cherry, Canada—the country
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Frosting and fashion: questions of authenticity
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June Words by Rion Levy Illustration by Natalie Song I prefer my peaches without their skins Because then I’m left to only chew The sweetness of their flesh While their skins and pits can run and hide. I prefer my people, too, like I prefer my peaches I want to know the riches of their
Words by Anna SokolovaVisuals by Seavey van Walsum told them to let us eat,right? How did the papers frame it—queen of depravity? Opaqueas a mannequin in her skirts (though the libelles showed the world:this succubus won’t let us eat),she takes her last walk. Justice waitsfor the future her head obscures. She steps on the foot
midnight Words by Eva Chang Illustration by Aida Javan rosewood straddled art and the study of it, an anxiety disorder and an inflated ego, a yellow sertraline pill and a jeweled black corset. they straddled boys and girls, sometimes. they loved the clinical study of the body, naked in chiaroscuro; sex; being a drag queen;
