The poem “Kindness? Or People Pleasing?” highlights how the line between kindness and people-pleasing blurs for both parties— the pleaser and the pleased. Dom explores how the blur affects both from the pleaser’s perspective.
Take Me With You
An Editor's Guide
The world is dark, but we shine.
I neatly pack everything back up
To care for them another year.
Versions of myself
I look back on,
But still feel
I unwillingly surrender myself
And the memories all around me.
Today I imagined time
How to tell the tale?
It’s 2004. It’s 2020.
This is uncharted
I close my eyes and
I am not a lost girl.
The excavators of Take Me With You: Underground are not afraid of the dark. In this zine, they illuminate the dim rooms of memory, laying out past selves in neat rows on a rumpled bedspread. They voice secret desires and suppressed stories once-unspoken. They let what was bubbled up inside, rise to the surface and burst through the confines placed on them. Accompany us in this transformative journey forging ahead towards something new and vibrant.
A look at what I hide, even from those closest to me, and why.
This piece is a short story about my character, Princess Amantdeiylaia. It’s her 15th birthday, and an old friend pays her a visit. But is his presence welcomed?
Collage poetry unlocks ideas and feelings that live below the surface. The words guide me into the creation of the poems as I am being pulled by an external force.
Here’s a peek into the ever-evolving story of my life, encapsulated in a short but mighty list.
I wanted to explore the literal meaning behind overused phrases and metaphors, such as “pools of light,” “it was like time had frozen,” and “it felt like flying.”
Body horror and glamour intersect to form a monstrous and bloodthirsty being that is both threatening and elegant.
This poem represents the unearthing of old memories from the past and the things I used to treasure that I must now surrender to time.
Pulled from pensive thoughts about pasts and existence, we found ourselves letting go through “Two Kids.”
The death of a toxic relationship, sent to a watery grave made of tears. Fears that it will survive because there can be no solid divide.
It had always been like this, I’d always had this outlook within me – but I’d kept it underground. I’d buried my own ability to appreciate life.
Given the current debate over a woman’s right to choose in America, we asked 7 women between the ages of 21-26 these two questions: (1) What would a world where women across America lose their right to choose look like? (2) What gives you hope about this issue?
A euphoric fever dream about the buzzing energy of party politics, people, and dancing.
A personal essay about change.
This piece is dedicated to my grandma.