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A Critique of Racial Inequality in Shakespeare’s TITUS ANDRONICUS

By Aditi Parikh: Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus, a tragedy likely written in late 1593 and set in ancient Rome, is a meditation on early modern race relations that still resonates today.


By Thomas J. Sojka: The 2020s have arrived, bringing sensational headlines on the state of the global economy that anticipate “another Roaring Twenties” or condemn the comparison as “absurd.” 

Letting Your “DNA Show You the Way”: Selling the Politics of Genetics and the Business of Race

By Adrienne Sockwell: As a historian, and as a person interested in most narratives of the past, I realize the unique value of as a research tool …

Måneskin: Italian Rockers on a Journey for Global Human Connection

By Carly Lewis: “Rock and Roll Never Dies!” From buskers on La Via del Corso to Eurovision winners, Måneskin shows what it means to earn a growing global platform and use it well…

Seeing Ecocatastrophe: Environmentalism and the Aesthetics of Climate Change

By Megan Cole: It’s a truism for Octavia Butler fans: the postapocalyptic California landscape of her landmark Parable of the Sower (1993) is nearly indistinguishable from contemporary reality.

The Soothing Aesthetics of the Supermarket

By Rebecca Lipperini: I love the supermarket — fiercely, obsessively, weirdly. I go to the supermarket when I feel overwhelmed. And it turns out I’m not alone.


A Personal Transcript from the Samuel Oschin Planetarium Showing: OCEANS OF GRAVITY

By Noelle Marie Falcis: Space is a concept that most can never understand; Autumn and I, we know it well. We tussled with it floating upon the endless sea …


By Nicole Harkin: The front yard of the house we bought in Lebanon, Illinois, needed a lot of work. The driveway wasn’t quite level. Every weekend for a month, Ed dug into the earth …

Failure of Trees

By Penina Eilberg-Schwartz: It’s strange to have the idea on the boat where there are no books, no letters — only water and the different kinds of light in it.

Growing Pains

By Isabelle Rubio: Mom and Dad knocked briefly and rushed into my room. Half-asleep, I dug one foot, then the other, into the carpet. It was a bit too early to wake up for school …

Some Sort of Hostage Situation

By Stefanie Doucette: Like most Tuesdays, we spend the night out at our favorite Divisadero Street dive bar, swapping dirty stories for fun over $3 sake bombs.

The Stone

By Ben Libman: At the top of the hill whose slope is bisected by the Living Stone, there lies a ruined castle that once belonged to a lineage of dukes.

The Unseen Nature of Learning

By Alec Sandoval: It’s always difficult to see them when I log on to teach class. Crammed into a small room with one laptop, two of the five students are off-screen. Because I am unable to see all of them, I say each student’s name aloud to ensure they are present …

Who Is Zooming Who? Rituals of Shame in the White Academic Institution

By Chiseche Salome Mibenge: An elite white academic institution in California has convened a virtual workshop on diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) for a cohort of humanities faculty.

You Stinker

By Claire Dee: There were plenty of kids we made fun of in high school — the girl with the face tattoo; the foreign exchange student from Wales; Male Leslie — but Anna was different. Nothing ever fazed her.


A Tzintzún (Hummingbird) Emerging

By Mario A. Gómez-Zamora: I don’t really know who chose who. / I just stopped holding my heart’s emotions and / then, when I was about to die, / you appeared!


By Bre (Nyx) Byrd: We all begin, cradled in the water. The storm of our mother’s womb, we, torrential in our desire to be known and know the world, initially seek out of the water…


By Leonardo Gil Gómez: It might have been the cold or the urge to be alone. / I couldn’t take it any longer. / I hunkered down in the corner …

every girl like the last day of summer

By Kendall Moore: Don’t marry the one you are most passionately in love with because the highs are high, but the lows — / my mother once said to me

Going Out

By Rebecca Chhay: I went out today / for the first time / in a while. // I thought about wearing / my new black dress

Rapid Transit

By Rebecca Samuelson: Strangers packed in love seats / dull metal bars covered in stolen / lives to grip overhead

Saturday’s Haze

By Lindsey Pannor: Texas Chocolate / double butter-stick / sheet cake / with pistachios (& big flats of salt)


By Alyssa Ranola: Walking in the park at 12 on a Sunday, watching / the trees and people writhing / how could they have risen / so early?

Talking to My Mother While She’s in Chemo

By Jessica Doble: Don’t tell me about the osprey in Louisiana. / Tell me something square instead.

The Princess Writes by Candlelight

By nanya jhingran: night falls on the lodge slowly / then all at once / in a gradual shock the crows / feathered loneliness