Molly Zofia

The Lust Playlist

Desire fuels passion. Lust is the passionate yearning for something or someone. Admittedly, we often lust over the wrong things. No matter what you’re lusting over, here are songs handpicked by us about that all too familiar feeling. Listen to the playlist here Jacquelyn Rodriguez “From Eden” by Hozier If there’s any artist that writes… Continue reading The Lust Playlist

Kindergarten Turns One!

Nearly 200 posts, 12 issues, and one year later, here we are at the first anniversary of Kindergarten Mag! In order to commemorate this moment, editors Tracy and Kleigh asked contributors questions about their time at Kindergarten and their experiences in the past year. Celebrate with us as we reminisce about Kindergarten’s growth and look… Continue reading Kindergarten Turns One!

As I Return Home

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Molly Zofia As I return home In the witching hour  I feel what women fear. Streetlights burn our bodies and  Douse our skin in fire- A beacon of visibility That sets alight anxieties and Blisters with the  Aching encouragement of an Uninvited gaze. Quietly, the streets  Divine a story Predicted,… Continue reading As I Return Home

The Recess Playlist

For this month’s theme of recess, Kindergarten contributors hand picked songs we play when we’re walking across campus, songs that get us through the week, and songs we listen to when we study. Essentially, this playlist is your ultimate back to school soundtrack. Listen to the playlist here Kleigh Balugo “Campus” by Vampire Weekend The… Continue reading The Recess Playlist

Flowers Still Grow

Photo by Aian Tabor By Molly Zofia As many will already know, June is Pride Month. For the theme of Unity, I worked with several contributors (who remain anonymous) to create a poetry piece about what it feels like to be unable to openly celebrate Pride. Pride can be a lonely time for members of… Continue reading Flowers Still Grow

Mud on the carpet

Photo by Aian Tabor By Molly Zofia I waited in all manner of places For a good day to begin. Basking in blue laced lights and  A lust for liberation from  All that could be defined by my superiors as  A good day for a girl Enveloping our wrists and waists  With surgeon-like conformity. I… Continue reading Mud on the carpet