Photo by Michelle Ledesma We are the definition of dazed and confused, lost but never really found, young but old at the same time. As...

Art by Andreya Klobucar Although I am standing on the high dive about to jump into an ocean of unknown adulthood, I will try not to...

Collage by Andreya It’s Brooklyn Heights and we’re standing on the roof of Dean’s apartment. There’s cars inching their way through rush...

Dear Diary, My lips are like a cage for my thoughts. I have a helmet on my head and the ideas cannot permeate its hard and cold outer...