By Bianca de Ayala, Contributing Writer
• September 13, 2021
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Impermanency is exhilarating, terrifying. Change equally so. Sometimes, I think, the more you know something is going to change, the more you hold tight to it, knuckles white. Memories become the present,...
By Ivy Zhu, Under the Arch Senior Editor
• August 30, 2021
With only six and a half months left of his time in the U.S. Army, John Michael Halpin woke up in a hospital bed at Walter Reed Medical Center with a shattered left wrist, fractured pelvis, broken shoulder,...
Content warning: This piece discusses weight gain and body image issues.
I stand in front of the mirror, my hands on the jeans bunched up around my thighs. They refuse to be pulled up any higher. My...
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China Chalet
By Ashley Wu, Editor in Chief
The first thing I remember about China Chalet is the sidewalk. Cigarette butts and loose sequins scattered the pavement outside of the Financial District...
Disclaimer: This collaborative work was not created by someone of Asian or Pacific Islander descent; however, it was compiled using the words of contributors, credited at the end, who are of Asian or Pacific...
By Sade Collier, Contributing Writer
• May 3, 2021
INTRODUCTION
Against an orange oak-tinted backdrop, a Black revolutionary holds up a newspaper bearing a blunt message: “ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE.” There is a shout coming from their mouth and a...
By Abbey Whelan, UTA Voices Editor
• April 27, 2021
The second I heard the radiator creak and groan on the first day of winter, I knew I was screwed. I had never seen a radiator before moving to New York City. I hadn’t given it much thought until that...
By Ashley Wu, Deputy Managing Editor
• April 23, 2021
In summers, you used to visit your Wai Po at her small condo in a complex of identical buildings interlaced with ponds. Most of the ponds were pale green and smattered with algae. Stones made footpaths...
