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but above blends blue bleeds white clouds of sponge yearning for silver folded into sky and by the rolling hills of dull-soot fly seagulls skimming the edge of waves. they plunge and crease into self as fires expunge the past. white lines snaking between blue dye. wind leads and rain trails bare feet dashing by– […]Read More everything is grey
Living in our Silicon Valley bubble, our presumptions of climate change and how it affects our lives are drastically different from reality. In the summer, the temperature soars over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit, while in the winter time, there’s a shortened ski season due to less snowpackRead More A Climate Crisis is Very Real and Very Near
“What are you gonna get?” My family stood at the back of the store, behind the line of customers waiting to order. The seemingly simple question forced hundreds of thoughts through my head as I redirected my attention to the menu before us. Images of refreshing smoothies decorated the pink walls and AC blasted from […]Read More I Can’t Read!
In the morning, you sat patiently in my lap, trying to forget the California heat burning into your white fur and lowered vampire eyes. Your ears perked for a second when my ten-year-old hands pulled you onto the tiled bathroom floor of an air-conditioned basement you hadn’t been in before. But your body, sluggish and […]Read More Vivisepulture
the sky is frozen at dawn, masked by gray smokescreens drifting down the neighbors’ sloped rooftops and hovering between the tips of budding lemon trees. a ghost’s breath emerges from my set of parched lips, that i imagine as the hydrangea’s sweet blush rising from my neck, when i reach my fingers towards the fading […]Read More perennial spring
i was six when i blew out my candles and wished that i was Peter Pan and you were Wendy Darling. for a year, you still laughed with me when we threw out our veggies and watched them swirl in the toilet and hid under the bunk bed that we shared. then you asked for […]Read More sister
Her eyes watch the gardens, pink roses sprouting from the lips of the Sultan, four white ones remembering the happiest days off his life, red flowers staining the innocence of the throne. Her body plastered with jewels, blue etched on her forehead, gold running down her neck, and tattooed 1000 times over her body are […]Read More Alhambra
anna. palindrome, reflection of two souls and two sets of brown eyes staring into the bathroom mirror as my sister brushes my charcoal hair into a ponytail. a smile that widens when I watch the piano fingers dance across keys, unlocking my world, holding my hand through rocky paths along redwood forests, past the salty […]Read More self
2020, I live like yesterday. The same spiraling hum ringing in my ears from the moment I awaken. It’s inescapable, the light streaming through cracks in the window when mom forces them open, sickening stench wafting from the kitchen trash can, dirty laundry piling up in a corner of the closet, unwashed dishes still soiled […]Read More CATALYST
Netflix recently released “The Kissing Booth 2,” and just like the first installment of the series, it attracted a large audience of eager romantic comedy fans. The movie, although predictable and similar to other American rom-coms, was actually more enjoyable than anticipated. This article focuses on the romantic relationships of “The Kissing Booth 2” and the commonalities between other rom-coms.Read More ‘The Kissing Booth 2’: More to Rom-coms Than Just Love and Laughter
Inspired by Leah Umansky’s article. Step 1: Find a work space. my bed creates the magic that turns butterflies into words and paints dreams on my glittery pink notebook. the bleeding pen becomes the only companion who understands because she can read and write down my mind. Step 2: Brainstorm. when i learn of a […]Read More Found Poem
(Originally published in The Stanford Daily) Outrage over the death of George Floyd sparked international protest and calls to action against police brutality. The resultant increase in media attention towards the Black Lives Matter movement has also encouraged people to educate themselves on the shocking statistics surrounding injustices against the Black community and in the […]Read More Movie Review: “13th” Redefines Slavery
a flash, breaks the sky into three pieces above: the dark clouds illuminate to frighten black rain horizon: bleeds burgundy crayon, cracked & rough below: an abyss, barren. drapes flapping against windows hanging by hinges only a naked crow flutters in for safety from the storm after the men leave her alone with the thrown […]Read More The winter night leaves a survivor.
With the uncertainty of whether COVID-19 is real, men are struggling to decide whether this “pandemic” is worth sacrificing masculinity…Read More SATIRE: Men Offended at the Idea of Wearing Masks in Public
It doesn’t seem real until it happens to you. My heart pounded against my chest as I looked out into the rainbow horizon. The uneven stone walkway moved up and down, curving into the mountain, and coming back to sit on top. And there, the Great Wall of China sat. Her towering gaze looked down […]Read More Heritage
Just three years ago, I was constantly upset with my sister. Sometimes, she was nosy and condescending. But other times, when I needed a bit of sisterly love, she was off to boarding school again. Most families think of college as the moment their child leaves home; but for me, college was bringing my sister […]Read More A Reflection on “Together.”
winter flowers are the flowers that bloom amongst icicles and frozen lakes and snowstorms. they smile at the dying sunlight and float with stunning white ocean foam. winter flowers are the ones that dance to the rhythm of billowing winds and hooting owls, with pearly droplets of dew and the fading orange auroras. winter flowers […]Read More winter flowers
70,000 killers ready to strike at any moment. My 8 year old self knew better than to mess with the new colony my dad brought home. Once, a rogue worker pinched me while I was running in the backyard with my sister. I cried as my mom pulled the stinger from my shaking leg. Soon […]Read More A Reflection On “What the Honeybees Showed Me”
i. Home: sickly, sullen, desolate. it used to be the iridescence that brought me here, but the waters washed away purple sea urchins, slimy green kelp leaves, pairs of yellow seahorses. but i return again, hoping to introduce the wonders of the Great Barrier Reef to one who’s never felt the love of the ocean. […]Read More the road home
Recently, I read the book The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. So, I wondered how Holden would act if he was trapped in his New York home during the 2020 pandemic. Here’s the piece I wrote! For almost five months, I’ve been trapped inside this one building with my parents, grandparents, and siblings […]Read More Holden Caulfield In Quarantine
A worn out man slumps his shoulders and reaches down into the iridescent lake. His leaves touch the surface like fingertips gently brushing against a cheek; he performs a dance, gracefully swaying with the wind swishing his light branches to make music—dry rain lands on damp grass, olive on sea green. But through his facade […]Read More The Willow
Hands touched the smooth leather moving from door to wheel to knob music drowning out the sound of the rain squeaking down windshield pitter patter pitter woosh patter thud woosh thud Eyes looked through rivers of water: salty puddles dripping down my face and onto my patches of skin showing through my distressed jeans tasteless […]Read More No Destination
i. we walked along the brilliant blue, toes kissed by the warm sand, wild hair teasing in and out with the current. my sister giggled, pointing at the dolphins leaping out of the water. splashes drew her down the ocean floor. she desperately searched for a flash of vibrancy– like she saw in the pictures. […]Read More .tired.
Don’t worry that St. Patrick’s Day has passed; quarantine gives us time to make delicious foods, both in and out of season! Here are a couple of green foods for St. Patrick’s Day, March, or all of 2020! Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies Ingredients: 1 cup sugar ½ cup of softened butter 1 egg ½ cup […]Read More St. Patrick’s Day Foods
I stood before the still lake, looking across water only to find more water; tears crowded the edges of my eyes, threatening to spill any time. My eyes fell to my hands, the only thing I seemed to be in control of. I looked up to see the trees crumble, bowing down to the horrendous […]Read More Phoenix
bare feet beat against the maui grass, past tiki torches and hundred-year-old palms, matching the pitter-patter of raindrops falling against unruly hair gathered into a loose braid. I stand before the rolling waves, stare at the other two never-ending islands cloaked with grey sea-foam in the sky. between waves washing on sand and tips of […]Read More A FUTURE
my eyes open to white ceiling. blank, empty, alone. my ears strain to hear just the lightest creaking or softest footstep or the constant ticking of a clock. there’s nothing. wait. I hear it. ringing. no. it’s just the paralyzing silence. nobody’s home. my heart kicks a beat to match the haunting melody of fear […]Read More whispers
Dangles between my mom’s weathered fingers, pages unclaimed. Ticonderoga in hand Pencil to paper. I am ready, have been ready for six years. but my mind draws a blank. Learning to write is like learning To think, to entertain, to surrender— And so at eight years old, in the darkness of my bed, I lean […]Read More a notebook
I sat in my room, staring across at the pearly white wall: the closest I ever would get to the color of the sun. Bright, blinding, beautiful. Everything I wanted was nothing. Nothing could replace the warm sun, at least a flash of the shining rays I had once felt. But it all went away […]Read More Freedom
I have a jar by the door. Every morning, I rub it, and it fills with cash. I’ve never really counted it, but it’s just enough to last a frivolous day. All of the things I buy with the money are ephemeral, made to last one day. After all, the jar will always be refilled… […]Read More Mornings
The train jolts me awake.Again.I’ve lost track of how manydreams I’ve left unfinished,how many characters in my headwaiting for the end of a sentence that willnever come. The only part of me that’s been asleep for the whole ride:my foot.I shove at the suitcase, defeated.Like me, it has nowhere to go.Like me, it’s a burden […]Read More Picture Perfect
Most people believe that vape is “a lot healthier” than tobacco cigarettes, but how much better are they exactly? Both cigarettes and e-cigarettes are extremely harmful for the lungs, but many companies advertise vape as a safe alternative to tobacco. Although the number of smokers has gone down over the years, the increase in vape […]Read More The Dangers of Vaping
Professional sports are a male dominated field. Not only are there more men in sports, but men earn a higher income than their female counterparts. Of the 2019 Forbes list of highest-paid athletes, Serena Williams was the only female on the list. In some cases, male athletes have earned up to three times more than […]Read More Underpaid Athletes
The fashion world around us is constantly changing, and trends slowly fade in and out of style. However, one specific era of fashion seems to be coming back. The 90s. Parents’ clothes making their way to Goodwill are being intercepted by teens, and past styles are taking off again. Here are some fads that teens […]Read More 90’s Fashion Comeback
When most teens shop, they are looking for cheaper clothes that fit the latest trends and styles, leading them to stores such as Forever 21, H&M, and Uniqlo. In the moment, shopping at these stores may seem like the best choice: it’s affordable, trendy, and easy. But, those inexpensive prices come at a cost for […]Read More Toxic Trends
If you’re interested in becoming a student activist, but don’t know where to start, here are three books that might spark ideas and inspire you to take action in your own way. The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas 16-year-old Starr Carter is an African American girl who grew up in a poor neighborhood and […]Read More New Year, New Activist
As you drive along the highways and inner roads of the Bay Area, the juxtaposition is jarring. Tall office buildings with bright company logos shine onto dilapidated tents and shelters unfit for anyone to stay in. With the continued expansion of high tech companies, the problem of wealth disparity intensifies. However, in order to understand […]Read More The Tech Trap
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