Heat Wave

The Heat Wave Zine

Photo by Eryn DuChene ** 9/7/21 UPDATE: The Heat Wave zine is now SOLD OUT. Thank you for your support! ** Hello Kindergarten readers! Our first ever zine is officially here! Issue 8, Heat Wave is all about the hot summer months and the turbulent emotions we feel throughout them. The zine consists of 17…

Summer Days Summer Nights

Photo by Ash Fuentes By Ash Fuentes Day We’re in a fully packed car on the way to our favorite boba shop after snooping around our favorite aisles in the nearest bookstore. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sunscreen that my nose has begun to recognize as quite pleasant in comparison to…

This Summer Will Be a Good One

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Charlotte Turner this summer will be a good one i can feel it in the way i wake up late and drink lemonade this summer will be a good one if i can start telling the truth in the different ways to exist i love the sun in my eyes…

Summer Love

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Brigita Przybylski Why does summer love  Look like an ice cream cone? Sweet and messy Soft and fragile  Childlike  Sticky fingers And stained white shirts  Chocolate lips  And a forbidden kiss  With a cherry on top 

An Ode to the Meadows

Photo by Aimy Paulsen By Aimy Paulsen I’VE COME TO LOVE THE HEAT THAT SKIN-SCORCHING BLISTERING HEAT BECAUSE WHAT IS BEING FROM HERE IF NOT FOR THOSE POST-5th GRADE SUMMER DAYS WITH MY BEST FRIEND TAKING OUR SCOOTERS ‘ROUND THE CUL-DE-SAC GETTING FLIP-FLOP TANS THROWING ROCKS IN THE NEIGHBOR’S SWIMMING POOL BECAUSE PRETEEN LIFE DIDN’T…

June Babies

Photo by Natalia Lee By Natalia Lee They say June babies love the heat. They make flowers bloom at the sight of their smile. And I, being one of them, do not like the heat no—-I, made the flowers and trees bloom their mightiest bloom up to the blues of the sky all while burning…

Black Widow Wears a Ponytail and it’s a Big Deal

Photo by Brigita Przybylski By Brigita Przybylski Marvel’s highly anticipated July 2021 movie Black Widow directed by Cate Shortland is a solo story about Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson). Leading up to its premiere, movie posters and trailer scenes showed Natasha and her sister Yelena Bolova (Florence Pugh) wearing a ponytail or braid…

My Summer Superpower

Photo by Alex Zavala By Alex Zavala Growing up, Summers in the suburbs felt like the beginning of some sad story sitting carelessly in my Notes app where every story sounded the same. I’d wake up, fight the Summer heat by staying inside all day, pace around aimlessly, watch reruns of Spongebob, fall asleep, rinse,…

The First Room on Your Left

Photo by Isabel Cruz By Isabel Cruz Over a few humid days and cool nights, I packed and loaded all of my belongings into my small Nissan hatchback. Eager to finish as soon as I started, I removed my presence from the residence one bag at a time and thought how ill-timed my move back…

Everything

Photo by Ian Watson By Ian Watson The constant hum from thousands of desert cicadas paired with a scorching dry heat provide consistency and comfort, My skin goes from white to red in an instant; The soles of my shoes begin to distress upon walking on the rocky dirt that surrounds everything I know, I…

Mirage

Photo by Vlada Stark By Vlada Stark The light of the flames burns so far away on the horizon. Blue transforms into red, red transforms into yellow, and the yellow becomes grey smoke that is blown away by the soft wind. In between the smoldering metal and the shocks of electricity are the ashes of…

THEY TOLD ME HELL WAS HOTTER THAN EARTH

Photo by Natalia Lee By Natalia Lee I don’t like you breathing so much on my neck, SUN. Instead, lay your head gently on my shoulders and caress my skin; care for me as you do the withering flowers within. How well of a job you’ve done. I praise the Moon & look nothing towards…

A Short Story in Ithaca

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich A thunderstorm rolls into Ithaca. Its thunderheads collect in the black night.My bedsheets stick to my legs; sweat beads on the breath of my pillow, the nape of my neck. I sit cross-legged on my comforter and tie my humid hair up below my window in the light…

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