I joined WSN Under the Arch Voices as a Staff Writer in Fall 2018, when readers could unearth poems from an online archive, like finding little gems in a vast sea of stories. Since...

I would miss 4 a.m. on a Sunday, how precious — all those late nights you need to stay up for your life, resilient, surfing the lack of sleep, circling Oxford commas. I...

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...

Third Avenue North Residence Hall, Room 506, North Tower By Jessica Fiorella, Voices Editor In my first year, Friday nights were always spent in the same place: my common...

New York City in the summer is not a vacation; it is an East coaster’s way of getting ahead, while simultaneously not caring about life. Rather, when you’re a West coaster...

blue stone quarry  morning  thirty-seven  on the icy gravel dike   these glacial acid lakes upstate, pure where fish die lacking green   dusty...

It’s Sept. 1. A red bag with a white cross sits by the door. During our spring cleaning years ago, my father discovered expired soup cans inside of it. He said one day he would...

In her world premiere of “Not then, not yet” at the Flea Theater in Tribeca, Tiffany Mills of Tiffany Mills Company transports her signature style of contact improvisation...

At the Tisch Jack Crystal Theater in the East Village, dancers enter a stage with pulled wings to a score excerpted from Igor Stravinsky’s orchestral concert score, “The Rite...

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To: Avenue D & East Seventh Street New York, NY 10009 From: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes When an eastward road is your walkabout these stacked houses with green faces red...

Dear New York, I never thought I’d be busier in Salzburg than I was among your sweaty, summer city blocks. The tree-lined country roads surrounding our Airbnb were like the...

A few weeks ago, I walked a childhood friend to the Bleecker Street Subway Station. Lugging a suitcase and garbage bag through the turnstile, she told me last semester had been...