An Alarming Affair, Chapter 3: Darcy

I caught up with Darcy Summers in the frozen aisle of West Side Market. She was laying low next to the instant waffles. A group of students seeking shelter from the night air were...

We Feed, Chapter 3

“I haven’t physically attacked anyone in a couple of years.” –John Malkovich War scrambled to a military posture. The waitress returned with their orders, and Death sweetly asked, “Iced tea, please and thank you.” “Death,” Pestilence awed. “Pestilence,”...

The Story of Boy

Illustration by Rachel Lee. Boy was depressed mainly because his mother and father had decided to name him “Boy.” As a seven-year-old, Boy ran away from home, but he only made it to the next-door...

The Wedding, Chapter 3: A Stubborn Waltz

A wedding is a time for family, levity and love. But what craziness ensues when an unwanted guest, the groom’s ex to be exact, shows up out of the blue? Find out over the...

Deep Red, Chapter 1

Coleridge is a small town. It used to be a factory town, and it felt in those days like the grandparents whose best stories are decades old. Now, it feels like the grandparent lost...

egg salad in april

https://youtu.be/Ugnmgh-DKv0 Written and Performed by Joel Lee Animations by Charlie Dodge Video Edited by Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes Read a transcript of Joel's poem below. today i cried while learning how to make egg salad. ten hard-boiled eggs. ten cucumbers. one carrot. an onion....

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,...

When You Hate Your Gallatin Concentration (And Everything Else, Too)

“Dad, I promise the $70,000 a year is worth it.” Story by Pamela Jew, Under the Arch Managing Editor Illustrations by Sophia Di Iorio, Creative Director Chapter One I have a lot of jokes about going to Gallatin. I’m...

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...

A Hard Summer’s Work

The first thing that hits you when you enter a field of corn is the smell. The corn itself doesn’t have much of a smell but aphids — or more accurately their sh-t —...

Tired Old Rebel

in endless march a floating child very last vestige of the embryonic army the powerful march of history violates your soil infiltrations of nests of thieves murder is committed with impunity on your fragile neck scars left by a carnivorous animal the U.S. colonial yoke this...

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’...
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