Writing by Asher Noriega, Sculptural Art by Gina Pratap
Sitting on my dresser is a pyramid, roughly five inches in height and made of a translucent green plastic. On multiple layers hieroglyphs...
Writing by Erin Lee, Art by Wesley Ware
As a child, I had been known to lose items. I lost everything, from lunchboxes to jackets and toys and jewelry, but I lost pencils almost...
Writing by Daniel DeMarse, Art by Sierra Iturrino
THE SAINT OF ADDICTION [Study of Beer Can] I’ve heard it said that we, as people, experience the thing, and following that give the thing...
Writing by Camille Bavera
The Sacredness of the Golden Hour The Door that Opened my Life to Itself An Ode to the Golden Hour Your ability to thrust me quite...
Writing by Brianna Bonslater, Art by Abigail Miller
My sacred object was my headphones. Usually when I’m feeling incomplete or like I’m going to fall apart I can put in my headphones, with...
Writing by Amanda Rios, Art by Reena Wu
Jade charms are a calming object, one I have rarely used in my life. Its two heart stones, tied together in a red string of fate, feel...








