The New School’s Creative Writing courses have inspired a wealth of published material, including several recent releases. Professor Susan Shapiro’s smart new book, The Byline Bible (Writer’s Digest Books) was directly inspired by her popular […]
Mizuki Nishiyama
“Nostalgia” | Mixed Media on Canvas (2018) “1 Quarter Not Yet Whole” Acrylic on Canvas (2017) “Friends” Acrylic on Wood (2016) Mizuki Nishiyama is a painter currently based in New York City and a […]
Poetry By Charlotte Slivka
I am too bothered to see correctly
“The Writer Who Is Talking Is Not the Same Person Who Writes the Books”
May, 1989. Horacio Castellanos Moya is working as a journalist in Mexico, reporting in exile on the civil war in El Salvador. His debut novel, La diáspora (released in the US for the first time […]
UNDERGRAD LIT JOURNAL SEEKING HANDS-OFF SUGAR DADDY
Buzzing fishbowl of starving artists seeks independently wealthy male (or any person, et al. who identifies as a “Sugar Daddy”) to fund our undergraduate literary journal, 12th Street, a serious, professional, funny, and sometimes scary […]
Poetry by Joris de Graaf
Mother recalls dead cells before and after my time.
Stay in Your (Bike) Lane
In the New York City transportation system, bike accidents are considered especially unimportant. The dedicated walkers who roam the streets and nearly get killed by cyclists have not responded to my ad on Craigslist, so […]
Poetry by Deandra Brunson
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY SKIN
Family Ties
her moonlit coat was blue
Food Writing: Not a Niche Interest Anymore
It’s a dismal, rainy evening, but Ruth Reichl has a crowd of soggy New Yorkers in stitches. The iconic food critic and former editor-in-chief of Gourmet magazine is telling the story of her attempt to review a […]
“Chips and Salsa Will Always Have a Place in Our Hearts and Bodies”
If anything, the hat is God’s intervention, through my hands.
Brooklyn’s New Home for Filmmakers
In a small riverside park in Greenpoint, there is a mural of a girl lying on a blanket, pulling petals from a handful of daisies. The mural is maybe twenty feet high and covers the […]
How Baseball Brought Me Home
history is made up of the things that didn’t happen just as much as the ones that did.
The Birth of a Reader
I dropped my things and immediately cracked the first hundred pages. It was classic Knausgaard: endless descriptions of diapers changed, emails checked, and cigarettes smoked.
Poetry by Stü
“America”
Double Exposure
parenthesized by a stream of repudiation
Poetry by Carré Kwong Callaway
Tragic cases of avian behavior
Poetry by Aubrianna McCarter
Mother Nature wants revival
Poetry by Victoria Iglesias
the opposite of lifeless
Brenda Rodriguez
Self-reminiscence is my senior Thesis Collection used to explore my personal identity as an individual with a multicultural upbringing. The silhouettes and hues reflect a hybrid Mexican- American culture which is seen through the textile […]