Content Warning: This article references self-harm and eating disorders.   This article is a finalist in the 2021 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to...

DANCE IS: A conversation between music (or silence) and the body's movement (or stillness). Sometimes it is an argument, sometimes it is a debate,...

Time is a surgeon I am a spoke.Turning clockwise, notat all the wiser.Choices dig their roots intosoil without my consent but Iwater them anyway.A mossy...

I consider myself a moving image maker. My work is primarily based on landscapes and aspects of the quotidian. My purpose is to capture...

Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions declare love a superstition damned to believing itself we choose not to control the burning breakdowns in logic we’ve opened between us Love, Past Continuous there are no forevers for...

The Four Sons I sit, the wicked son at the Passover table, my teeth blunted by my father, not because I am ignorant of the law like...

A poem by Isaac Beekman -- Triumphant Return

just disappear hostile negative replyto unwanted brash actionsbrought on valid reactionsand refusal to comply. just disappear,she cares for you much too much. dangerous dark avenuesthrough her ultra...

All 281 Days It has been exactly 281 dayssince I last wrote of yesteryears,of DEFCON Level 5 fuckery,of pain, of harm, of shadows;with the knowing...