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BY CLARISSA CHUA It’s summer. I’d love to be at the beach, a popsicle in hand. Between my toes is the sand and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore is my music. I would trade to be in a cooler place where the heat...

by PETERSEN VARGAS This is a story about my first love. But before I tell you about my first love, let me tell you what my name is first. My name is Hil Petersen Vargas, and I was called Petersen for the first half of my life,...

by RACHEL i am thirteen and i look at pornography and i think, is that it? is that the grand event, the grand design spoken of in furtive whispers and secret asides, as if it’s some majestic cathedral of sweat-slick intimacy with a choir of grunts...

by ALLANA LUTA The sun was high up in the sky, signaling the time for a siesta. But students who were in Mr. Ning’s class could only dream of laying their heads on a comfortable pillow. Instead, they had to settle for their desks. Mr. Ning rambled...

by KARZ MONTEALEGRE [caption id="attachment_2812" align="aligncenter" width="293"] Image from Avenida Magazine[/caption] Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda, who always knew what to say about love, celebrates his 110th birth anniversary this year. In celebration, let me look back on one of his best publications (and a favorite of mine), Twenty...