A note from our Founder & Editor in Chief
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An Ode to Disneyland
A society constructed on artifice. If we collectively elevate the superficial and champion those people valued solely in terms of vanity and social standing, what remains tangible or real? The clones are carefully constructed personas, self-assured of their uniqueness. We learn to individualize the blank slate of an online presence, refining and buffing our narcissism, Read more
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From the Annals of Privilege
You’re a student with no talents — the one that doesn’t know how to sing, or play the piano, or ice-skate. You can’t debate because your arguments don’t come out the way they sound in your head. The only thing about you that sometimes peaks are your grades. You want to be athletic and confident Read more
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heal
A dry desert<insert rain>free of acid on my tongue diffused into my skina part of my soul streams jagged rocks interrupting the flowheart like a sand block waiting to erode to be free I wish to see the desert after it rains,-to see life sprout from it again. _ (Featured Photography: Javier Arcenillas) Read more
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Same Supremacy, Different Day
You never forget your first time. I must have only been in the 2nd grade when it happened to me — I was playing in the driveway of my North Carolina home when an older white kid ruined the otherwise peaceful moment with a message to “go back to your country.” Much like my dad’s Read more
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this is what the truth feels like
“Frequency” by K. O’Neill, 36″x48″, acrylic on canvas, online at K. O’Neill Studio . . . I just finished my first solo art exhibition in the City of Brotherly Love two weeks ago. I had poured my heart and soul into creating the perfect collection of works to showcase, stayed up the night before the Read more
