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How to Starve Yourself

by Leslie Munoz-Reyes It all starts in primary school, when you’re adored for your smallness.  “She’s so cute,” your aunts would coo. “She looks just like a mouse,” your uncles would say as they lifted […]

Golden Cage

by Carolyn Merino The sun rubs its warm light on my face, the only way I’ve come to wake up. I’ve lost track of  the time and the day. I don’t care about the weather […]

From 13 to 30

I don’t quite remember when I heard them for the first time: if it was on the radio, or if it was some recorded concert playing on TV. But I do remember tanning on the […]

The Bickering Mule

by Raki Jordan Harlem’s streets are never  dull. There’s the constant sound of scattering rats and swerving cars and car horns and babbling talking tongues, and music blaring beats from the windows  hovering over your […]

CoronaBird

by Nabil Hussein You can play CoronaBird by clicking here or on the image below.     Nabil Hussein is a student at LaGuardia Community College, where he is currently pursuing an Associates Degree in New […]

The Letter

by Raymond Rashard Louther       Raymond “Ray Rav” Louther is a Film Director and Music Producer from East New York, Brooklyn. After falling in love with music at a young age, he transferred […]

Before Corona Happened — Untitled 4

by Dewa Wiryawan     Dewa is a freelance photographer and videographer; he likes to call himself a photo enthusiast. He has been a photographer since 2013, right after he graduated from high school. His […]

Spring

by Jasmine Chan     Jasmine Chan is a Malaysian-Chinese artist born in Queens, New York. She is attaining her Associates degree in Fine Arts at LaGuardia Community College and will be transferring to the […]

Guitar Central Park

by John Puga     John Puga is a Brooklyn-based artist who has been studying photography, art, and design for over 18-years. He came to New York City from San Antonio, Texas to study photography […]

Ain’t I African?

by Raki Jordan I was born on water, in a country called boat – Ain’t I African? Swollen nostrils, protruding lips, feet still running from the waters; hair intertwined with maps navigating me home – […]