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Ingrid Jones
My Quest to Anime NYC 2021
Ingrid Jones reflects on her time at the Anime NYC 2021 convention, and how it has helped her grow after time away.
Samantha Kalinowski
Eye of the Tiger
Samantha Kalinowksi examines the ethics of Netflix series “Tiger King.
Ingrid Jones
Caution: Children at Play
Examining the significance of the yellow raincoat in the horror genre, and what it can tell us about fear and childhood beyond the screen.
Morrison Haslock
A Poet Brought Back to Life
Reflection on the importance of the Apple TV+ series “Dickinson,” and what the show can teach us about the famous poet 100 years later.
Nicole Delp
50 Years of Magic
Nicole Delp pays tribute to Walt Disney World in the wake of its 50th anniversary, and how the famous park has evolved throughout the years.
Maddie Langan
Let Me Walk You Through It
Maddie Langan shares a poem she’s written about the perils of dating and relationships.
Keithly Vite
I Hold a Wolf by the Ears: A Review
I Hold a Wolf by the Ears: A Review “I want to tell you about the night I got hit by a train and died. The thing is—it never happened.”...
Nicole Delp
Training a Seeing Eye Dog
My Seeing Eye Dog in training, Crista and I walk on the sidewalk on our way home. She pulls extremely hard, and I try my hardest to keep...
Lauren Jonaitis
Pandemic Time Warp
2020 felt like a time warp. Quarantine days melded together, the months flew by, the hours felt like they lasted days; reality didn’t...
Edward Liaboh
John Fahey’s Dance of Death
There is a kind of pasture. It is a delicate, inviting place. The scene is bucolic, crepuscular, and…humid. Perhaps we are in the South,...
Patrick Hill
My Friend Jar Jar
The year is 1999. In a dark screening room, somewhere deep within the walled compound that was Lucasfilm Ltd’s campus, five men were in...
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