By Spidey Vi I still think about Reneé Rapp’s intense stares. If you don’t know what fetch is, here’s a brief plot: homeschooled teenager Cady Heron transfers into North Shore High School and befriends the outcast Janis and Damian. Instigated…
By Josephine Renee Event Review Trigger warnings: displayed dead human bodies of all ages described. “It’s all very real.” “It’s real. Yeah, that eyeball is real.” “Please get off the glass.” “What’s the red stuff?” “No, cause it’s dead.” These…
By Emira Sadat I’m sorry, was I being too loud? A five-year-old girl with a short bob, a skirt below her knees and an attitude full of excitement that crumbled in front of everyone. All because she was too ‘loud’.…
By Zoe Hyde Rutger Hatchett had always been one to find himself amongst the chaos, seemingly unintentionally, yet rather consistently and somewhat coincidentally. Rutger reflected on this as he took his evening dose of Mirtazapine and Lorazepam. He enjoyed the…
By Jordan Hanson Equally Tragic, lost in the fabric. Unashamed, unafraid to speak. The old left behind, before some tragedy came. What once was just tinder, now has a flame. Both one to follow, and both to chase. An unending…
By Onyx Rei If you’re a fan of Greek mythology or a musical geek, this one is definitely for you. With Christopher Nolan’s announcement of his upcoming film, The Odyssey, it felt timely to explore another retelling of Homer’s famous…
By Spidey Vi Minor spoiler ahead. Directed by a woman on a shoestring budget of $1.5 million, Desert Hearts (1985) was one of the pioneers in its genre to feature positive onscreen portrayals of a lesbian romance, as well as…
By Angelica Dsouza I used to fall in love with love itself the kind that walked hand in hand down quiet streets, soft smiles, wrinkled eyes full of stories and still, still so much light. I’d see old couples…
By Claire Stockwell An old stock horse, slurps from the trough He once stood strong and tall, Was quick with the instinct of a veteran. Now, two decades on, he stands frail His spine, each bone defined under his skin. …
By Coco-Lily Garrett-Kellett Bernal Heights isn’t a neighbourhood. It’s a state-sponsored hallucination disguised as real estate. A topographical hiccup populated by cultishly polite adults raised on Montessori trauma and shadowbanned desires. It smells like rosemary and repressed kink. The eucalyptus…
