Written Wednesday | Interview With Shawn Crysis

The mission has been revamped for the current time. Shawn Crysis, bred from New/North Brunswick, New Jersey, has had change at his core from the moment he realized the impact he can have. Passion rivets through him as he expresses all phases of his life, thoughts, dreams, questions and everything in between. This is for…

Complexity and Clarity with Sadaway| Written Wednesday

While not a huge fan of labels, Sadaway would call himself an artist in the broadest sense. He creates visual art (mostly in the form of pen and ink works, but occasionally paintings and, recently, jewelry), poetry, raps, sings, and produces beats. While he wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘I do it all,’…

Written Wednesday | Interview With Justice Hehir

  Justice Hehir is a second-year MFA Playwriting student at Hunter College under the direction of Annie Baker, Brighde Mullins, and Branden Jacobs Jenkins. She graduated from Rutgers in 2016 with a BA in English and Women’s and Gender Studies and a lot of debt. She’s from New Jersey and her plays tend to focus…

Written Wednesday| Interview With Jonathan Stamper

Jonathan Stamper has been singing since he was 4 years old. He plays several instruments, writes and produces original music, raps, and acts. Jonathan has toured Portugal and Spain in addition to singing backup for superstar recording artist Sting. Jonathan is not only the Flagship Artist but is also the Vice President of Artist Relations…

“Trump Nation” by Victoria Buffalino

betrayal: sneaky snake slippery, slow you feel comfort as he wraps his arms around your throat “Let me save you,” he coos as he strangles you you’ll never see it coming (at least, it’ll feel sudden when you’ve spend the whole relationship with your eyes squeezed shut) one day he just strikes (about:) This is…

Victoria Buffalino “magazine model material?”

just particles of skin just articles of clothing hanging from my frame eyes without any glint glossy only in print devastated desolated (un)dead yet this is a love letter, i always find myself crawling back down on my hands & knees for you or because of you, you’ve ruined me you feel like home (about:)…

Natachi Mez “Editor”

Editor, What make a poem good Can you touch the goodness It’s 12:44 AM and my tummy growl And I want to be held by that boy who send me heart emojis And I still wonder if I’m too big to be held/touched/loved In fourth grade, Josh called me a Man, perceiving me as bigger…