More Than Spinning Wheels | Erin Hassett
Covered in dust, sweat, and bicycle chain grease, we finished the second day of our bike tour at an unexpected desert oasis somewhere in California along the Mexico border.
Nature Surrounds Us | Leila Kuhns
Leila Kuhns has been working with many media types for over five years. She has focused on ceramics for most of her time as an artist but has moved into photography more recently. When creating art, she enjoys focusing on topics that allow the audience to feel the emotion of the piece. This past [...]
Church at the Edge of the Treeline | Tea Endols
Tea Endols is a 20-year-old Transmasc Storyboard Artist and Animator from Edmonton, Canada. In 2023 he received a diploma in 2D animation and illustration from Pixel Blue college, continuing studies online. They work on many projects online, most notably an animated miniseries titled Meatgrinder. Artist's Note: I was inspired by the theme [...]
Appetite for Maternal Care | Sushmita Samaddar
In 2018, I returned to India as a newly minted master’s student from the UK, and I confessed to my mother over our first meal together that I could no longer eat her Sunday chicken. ...
Youth Voices | Write Out
Youth Voices Unearthed is honored to feature the voices of Write Out authors in our Spring 2024 issue. Write Out is an afterschool program that partners with community centers across Syracuse to get youth excited about storytelling. In our writing workshops, students explore topics of self-expression and personal experience—themes that are often [...]
Adirondack Weekend | Tomas Todisco
Haiku written on Rocky Peak Ridge in the Adirondack Mountains.
Little Glass Jar | Kiera McManus
On the promise of honey.
Combing Through Jellyfish | Rebecca Rowe
Knowing myself is knowing the spaces I came to be and the people I have come to reflect.
The Apiary | Christopher Goetz
I never expected beekeeping to bring forth such questions of morality and introspection.
Song the Wind | Evelyn Pae
In this new age of machines / i am the racer who drives through the sky / the comb that rakes the long hair of the prairie / and sings her a lullaby when the nights grow cold