Reducing Your Conscience: Living With OCD

You arrive at CVS armed with Alex’s five dollar bill and yours. He’s in class, so you set off alone to purchase a 10 dollar bag of trail mix to make up for the...

Non-Binary Alphabet

A tale of a non-binary kid told through the English alphabet for the sake of:  a) showing the world through the eyes of a shapeshifting person;  b) keeping it short and sweet (before it goes off...

How to Fall Out of Love

In the 21 years I’ve been alive I have fallen in love about 500 times over. With colors, places, the taste of a scone in the English countryside, the way crickets sound at midnight,...

Italian Horror Story

It felt like a horror film: I was always alone and not alone at the same time. After a full day of treading through Florence’s art museums during the one-week field trip with my scholars’...

Speaking on Life Within the Frame

A Note From the Creator I remember dancing in the hallway of my dorm building after midnight in mid-February. When I mentioned it at the time, it struck people as odd that I would dance...

When Sharing Becomes Healing

At the end of the article there will be resources for survivors of sexual violence and their loved ones, feel free to go straight to the end of the page if reading this might...

Memories of Mother at the PlayPlace

Before her divorce with my father was all but finalized, my mother must have sensed that she didn’t have much longer with us. In the vast majority of divorces, the mother rarely loses custody...

“Hi! Where are you from?”

When I moved to India at the age of nine, it became easy and almost natural to associate everything good I had ever known with America: annual passes to Disneyland, self-checkout counters at Walmart...

Postcard Poems

There are parts of New York City that just speak to your soul. Be it a quiet park, a bustling bookstore or a crowded coffee shop. Read six writers' postcard poems to their special...

We Feed, Chapter 1

Now I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals and I heard one of the four living creatures saying with a voice like thunder, ‘Come and see.’ And I looked, and behold,...

Letters to the Graduate, From the Graduating

https://youtu.be/L9ZyMUL1P2Q Read a transcript of Maxine's poem here: Graduating... _is like breaking up with the person you lit candles for, bought roses for, made mixtapes for, like blacking out the best parts of a love letter _is like...

4×4: A Quartet of Summer Travel Writings

As a component of the three-year undergraduate program at the NYU Tisch Department of Dance, students attend three to six week summer residencies in Berlin, Prague, Salzburg, and New York with renowned movement artists....
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