Shira Ben-David is a visual artist and writer from New York City interested in the ethics and implications of narrative, storytelling, and creation. They work in bookbinding, printmaking, and more, and write prose fiction and memoir.
Ellina Efimenko is an international student from Russia, studying literature at Bennington College. In her academic work she focuses on representation of the heroine in literature and arts.
I am black. I am African. I am not African American. I have not lived in America for long enough to understand her. All throughout highschool, when issues of social justice were coming to the forefront ofconversations (both in classrooms and outside them), it was extremely easy and almost fun totalk about America’s “original sin”,
There was a time in my childhood when my life revolved around rabid bats, they filled our attic with chemicals and ate away at the rotting wood. That was the year we said goodbye to many when our finger count went too high, and our hands grew smaller with grief. The rabid bats would knock
This piece aims to quite literally walk you through a ghazal — Gulon Mein Rang Bhare (Filling the Flowers with Colour) — penned by Pakistani Marxist poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz in 1954 while he was in Rawalpindi’s Montgomery prison for his communist beliefs. Walking with you is Ali Sethi, a young classical singer who breathes life into the poetry
I’m in my early teenage years, traveling back home with my father and mother after a short vacation. We always fly through the Tribhuvan International Airport, and our stopover usually being the Qatar Airport. The Tribhuvan International Airport, the only international airport in Nepal, is small as a domestic airport here in the US, maybe
When I was in second grade, I had my first communion in the catholic church. I wore a fluffy white dress and veil with my hair done up high, como una princessa. My whole family traveled from Mexico City to Texas for the occasion. Mass was that morning and I had a soccer game in
I was too untidy—that’s the reason, she said, I couldn’t live with them that fall, in that little house of theirs. That’s the reason I had to leave. That house, squeezed between the dying pub and the young family, whose newborn’s cry drifted through the walls on the first night I slept there. When I
As a computer science and math student, I keep thinking how the process of translating Chinese text to English is takes exact same logic when I try to convert my ideas into computer code for computers to execute. Things have never been easy for people who lives in translation, especially being a Chinese student studying
“History is full of people who just didn’t. They said no thank you, turned away, ran away to the desert, stood on the streets in rags, lived in barrels, burned down their own houses, walked barefoot through town, killed their rapists, pushed away dinner, meditated into the light.” — Anne Boyer, No The fire trails came after