Gone Glasses by Paloma Santamarina ‘Twas the early morn in Anchorage When my glasses simply fled While I was leaning over the ocean They dropped straight from my head. O glasses, poor glasses, falling a thousand miles down. O glasses, poor glasses, I had to watch them drown. We were about to get on…
It Rained Last Night by Sofia Williams It rained last night. it always seemed to be raining then the world was either trying to drown or dry us out grass crunched yellow and pale or drowned yards below reservoir spillage Our feet crunched over oak leaves before sinking into mud. it’s strange how oxygen…
Earthly Paradise by Oliver Hoffman Moon face. Big, beautiful cornfields. Everything that exists in the Ameri Cain Midwest. Hey there. The Garden of Eden in Jackson County Exiled from the state so far gone. Here, Eve has moon face pregnant with twins. That’s cool. She’s cooler on the doc. First Sphere of Heaven. She’s not…
What Argos Said But No One Could Hear by Adela Nicolae I have waited faithfully for you. Twenty years of the same beachside view, Sniffing briny air and gray stones. The shores painted with our memories, Where we spent evenings under night’s deep veil, Have not been graced by your ships for twenty years.…
This Is What It Is by Safia Chilakapati The truth of the matter is this: You are my sister by blood – but most importantly to you, by law. If legal chains did not bind you to me, you’d be gone faster than daddy’s first car, the Infinity, the one you were supposed to…
Mothers, not Fathers Jordan Muscal Every morning we leave the children and the husband. We know we must return. We know it is fathers, not mothers, who are allowed to run away. So we wake at 3:30, long before the beach grows crowded, polluted, with tourists and toddlers. We slip into the bathing…
Red Plastic Moving Day by Luka Neal A small, crumpled up face frowned back at me as my mother carried me to the courtyard in front of our house, the same one I live in today. My first memory of my sister, tugging at my father’s pants while glaring me down with unsure brown…
The British Museum by Eva Rami It’s dark in the British Museum. The halls are empty, and I take advantage of the late night desertion. My footsteps echo As I weave through the labyrinths of rooms and corridors, Until I stop in front of a glass mantle, atop which sits A jewel. It’s red…
Stop Right There by Elliot Stravato Elliot Stravato is a senior visual artist at HSPVA. His work explores themes of perspective and perception, usually in the context of passage and identity. plans to go to Brown University in the fall.
Redacted by Rhea Brennan invisible hands are not always silent they wrap around the unlatched mouth, the screams burning holes through each finger, but the hands aren’t the familiar ones sewed together with veins and skin whose palms reach towards a promised sky, but some sort of middle ground from the hunter and the…
[saint michael protect me] by REY COOPER i smell him on the night sky. he smells like a new face mask straight from the warm plastic, hot oil, a burning stove, the gym mat. he smells like skin and the air right after it rains. he smells like the dark alleyway you never want to…
A Summer Fire by HANK ODELL Five summers ago, the hottest on record, a horse kicked over a lantern in the barn and lit a stack of dry wood. That fire climbed up the walls and into the rafters faster than you could count to five, and by the time the sun was falling…
Orpheus in Bordertown by NATALIE HAMPTON Orpheus was named for Greek mythology. Classic tale: hero rewarded in love, maiden suffers for his stumbles. No ailment for him, save a grated-over heart, but heroes remarry and recover by dawn. Orpheus liquified words for his parents’ mouths in translation to their native tongue. They swallowed some and…
Marine biologist shows girls ocean mud. by LILA MANKAD The marine biologist pulls a bucket full of seafloor black mud from the side of the boat. She picks through it and hands us creatures- spindly crustaceans, worms like veins through the mud, krill only visible if you raise them to the sunlight. She says feel…
Fever Streets by Cayenne Souknary The fever came at night. A baby’s shrill cry breaks through the quiet of the dark and shortly after her cry ends comes the tortured scream of her mother. This was only the beginning. Everyday, new bodies would be laid out on the streets. At first it was the…
April Wang is currently a junior at Houston’s Kinder High School for the Performing and Visual Arts. She is a hobbyist illustrator, sculptor, and writer whose work focuses on the human condition, exploring the subconscious experiences which underlie the present. Her work has been featured…
Three Floor Townhouse, For Sale Now! by Luka Neal Three Floor Townhouse, For Sale Now! This house is 2400 square feet with three floors. In total, it includes three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a dining room, a living room, and the faint silhouettes of memories engraved in its walls. Starting price is much more than…
As a young artist growing up in Houston, it is a dream come true for Lela “Rosie” Burruto to now be in the Visual Art Department at Kinder HSPVA. Drawing, their favorite form of self-expression, gives them great peace when things get chaotic and offers a way to escape from the harsh realities of…
Moments Before the Afterlife by DANA COMBATE She carried a bouquet of daffodils under her arm She invited you to stay And you laid with her, at peace, Under the shade of a million leaves You sat next to her on the tainted white bed Her skin thin like white paper sheets She asked…
Katie Martinez is a junior in the visual arts department at Kinder HSPVA. Her art style takes notes from American comic books and Japanese manga artists like Hirohiko Araki and Suehiro Maruo. Her art aesthetic holds inspiration from film, haute couture, and modern anime. Her artwork has been featured…
by Cayenne Souknary by Gabi Mejia by Alika Jimenez by James Duke
Costume Design, Mia El-Yafi The two designs for the play Agamemnon are of the character Clymnestra, a loving wife who murders her husband. At the beginning of the play, she is reserved and amicable, represented by the chains on her first costume and the black veil that obscures her true emotions. When she murders her…
Burnt Help by MEGHANA JOHN If it were up to me, food wouldn’t exist. I would absorb energy through my skin and dehydrate the trees, but I don’t always get what I want, so instead, I’m learning how to cook. I hate it so far. The kitchen is big, and I am just one. I’m…
Tangerine by PEARL REAGLER When I was a child, you were thirty And ate a tangerine while looking into my eyes Your lips moved over the skin and Your tongue caressed the bitter folds and Your teeth scraped at the tender flesh inside As you raised a brow at me The sea of…