Nicole Fegan


the new generation

building communities at brown

When I joined my high school’s tech crew freshman year, I was one of the first girls accepted onto the crew in five years—one of the first girls to pick up those drills, gain expertise with a circular saw, and run construction projects. In the years that followed, more girls joined, building impressive set pieces…

House of Fear - Becki Shu

House of Fear

not damaged, still scathed

The week I started reading House of Leaves, I found myself frightened by the static of my hair. I am not normally a paranoid person. However, halfway through the novel, while innocuously walking across my room, I felt a few hairs rise due to the static, and my immediate response was fear. Was this connected…

Circle Dancing (Linda Liu)

circle dancing

aluminum foils

There is hardly a piece of public art on this campus that isn’t a little bit strange. There’s Blueno, a giant blue teddy bear with a lamp impaling its spine up through its head. On the Main Green, there’s a fake tree with a large rock sitting comfortably on its tallest branches. Sure, there are…

A Solitary Nature (Katie McLoughlin)

a solitary nature

in between lives

Everything about autumn feels like a slow exhale. Summer is the stress of shoulders up to my ears: a time of constant social obligations because no warm night can go to waste, renewed body image issues, and summer job responsibilities that consume life for three months until they disappear in my mind where memories go…

michelle ng _Substance over performance

Voices Carry

Can slam poetry still inspire?

“You took my heart like a thief in the night, placed it in the iridescent colors of your soul, put it in a box. Locked it with a key, and kept it. That’s how you start it, with a deep ass line.” This is how Daisy Armstrong begins her 2011 spoken word poem “This Shit…