Photo by Molly Zofia By Molly Zofia I don’t feel like myself anymore On the curb side of a dream Looking back over my shoulder At the girl I so wanted to be Glimmering, pure and Blessed by Venus Only disillusioned by my Grazed knees on concrete Eyes filled with fallen stars Reflecting faces- so… Continue reading I don’t feel like myself anymore
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!
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
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
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
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
Photo by Molly Zofia By Molly Zofia I filled my heart through my nose, When I was nineteen years old, And so concerned with Piling my soul with a Chemical lightness. All the while, I weighed myself, On the tipping scales of Tentative womanhood and Fragmented trepidation, Urging myself to Borrow comfort from the Familiarity… Continue reading IFuckingHateMyDad