I’ve never kept a journal or a diary. The idea always seemed odd to me. It reminded me of books by Judy Blume that I read when I was a kid. I wasn’t the […]

I’ve never kept a journal or a diary. The idea always seemed odd to me. It reminded me of books by Judy Blume that I read when I was a kid. I wasn’t the […]
November 4th “Hey, mister! We got cupcakes!” I looked down at a little girl with pink and green barrettes smiling at me. It was Election Day, and the school where I was voting was having […]
Last summer, 33-year-old, Astoria-based physical therapist, Kenan Trebincevic, presented his patient, New School professor Susan Shapiro, with three pages of his childhood memoir. Just one year later he would publish, with co-author Shapiro, The Bosnia List, […]
“This isn’t him,” she said. She was the closest person to me, and the second person closest to the casket. Out of somber, unwilling obligation, several onlookers nodded agreement with the woman. They were right. […]
12th Street in an award-winning literary journal that is run by students in New School’s Riggio Honors Program: Writing and Democracy. As this school year ends our staff wanted to reflect on our experiences within the program. Read […]
12th Street in an award-winning literary journal that is run by students in New School’s Riggio Honors Program: Writing and Democracy. As this school year ends our staff wanted to reflect on our experiences within […]
In the United States the conflict in Syria, although known, has been an issue recognized only during times when the media has made it a topic for evening headlines or endless partisan debates. However, some […]
It keeps coming. Week after week; month after month. Reports are uncovering new evidence of the New York Police Department spying on the Muslim community: undercover personnel were sent to mosques, college campuses, student group […]
Everyday millions of people get on the subway to get from point A to point B. In the subway cars, among the crowds of people trying to read their iPads, there will be a few […]
In honor of the 31st annual Banned Books Week, we asked our staff to tell us about their experiences with banned books and their thoughts on censorship. Part 1 of the series was published earlier this […]
In honor of the 31st annual Banned Books Week, we asked our staff to tell us about their experiences with banned books and their thoughts on censorship. More information about Banned Books Week, and […]
Dissertation: Foot in Mouth Do you know who Jason Richwine is? If not, an easy internet search will show many have labeled him a racist. Why? Because of what he co-authored and authored. Until […]
Fragments 1968-2012 at the Casey Kaplan gallery is prominent Italian artist, Giorgio Griffa’s, first New York solo show since 1970. The exhibition, an exploration of the quiet act of painting, presents a selection of […]
The geography of a place is grounded, however fleetingly by physical structures, and waiting for a kinetic kick-start by the people in it to open it up into becoming a space.
It helps to know what is true and the truth is a slippery fish. What is truth exactly and how do we know it when we see it? Is there a core area somewhere in the center of an idea in which the truth resides? Or is it spread thin like a pancake, a layer wrapped around detritus and filling, the clutter of living? Can anyone have it?
“Better appreciate it while you can!” said the old man while he added salt to his popcorn.
The friendly stranger was referring to the massive 32 oz. cup I was filling to the brim with Coca-Cola. My date and I were about to watch a three-hour long epic movie and it was decided that an epic amount of snacks were needed to go along with it. We had bought the large soda/large popcorn combo to share.
“Uhg, I know it,” I said. I shook my head disapprovingly, emphasizing my exasperation at the situation. The old man put down the extra sodium with a slight shake in his hands and flashed me a big yellow toothy grin.
Brownface was a term altogether unfamiliar to me. I grappled for comprehension. The closest term I had available to use as a reference was Blackface. But that couldn’t be true, right? Yes, Governor Mitt Romney was appearing on a staple Latin-American television network, Univison. And yes, at first glance, the hue of his face appeared to be darker. But did Governor Romney really use make up to appear relatable to a Latino audience?
In preparation for our Issue 5 launch event this Wednesday, May 9th, here are some final reflections from our Editor-in-Chief. Writing and Democracy. As students in the Riggio Honors Program: Writing and Democracy, we talk […]
community |kəˈmyoōnitē| noun ( pl. -ties) 1 a group of people living together in one place, esp. one practicing common ownership. Dear Reader, True story: I am here because of you. Really, I am. Though, […]
By Ted Kerr, Managing Editor, 12th Street “In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street,” starts David Markson’s Wigginstien’s Mistress, a novel about a woman wandering the globe thinking she may be the […]