HINDSIGHT
Hindsight Vol. III
To: Emma
by JOAN MCENHILL
"Siblinghood is fickle. Each sibling grows at their own pace, or they don’t. Each finds their own interests, or they don’t. And each has the freedom to be their own person, or they don’t. They are hopelessly intertwined and every decision that one makes will irreversibly affect the other..."
Hindsight Vol. III
To Walk In The World
​by QUENTIN PARKER
"Black people don’t go hiking.
I don’t hate nature. I hate insects, high humidity on a 95-degree day, freezing wind, and bird shit on the sidewalk. The years between elementary school and college were where I felt the lowest inclination to do any outdoor activities. Due to this aversion, I’ve never been white water rafting..."
Hindsight Vol. III
Blue Fish
​by DELANEY HARTMANN
"I am eighteen months old, flying through the sky. The chains that suspend me hit their peak, and I soar back down towards my dad’s open palms,waiting to push the swing again.This is our Saturday morning routine. We eat scrambled eggs and sausage— he cuts mine into little pieces—pack the stroller with water bottles and toys..."
Hindsight Vol. I
Liner Note from a Trans Kid
​by JAQ BRODY
"Hello.
You’re reading this undergrad art journal. You’re reading a college journal, and it’s been a long day—a long year, even, already—and you’re sort of bored, sort of dozing off, and then— the word "You" makes you snap up and pay attention.
You. Wait. Me?..."
Hindsight Vol. III
Home Blend
​by RACHEL LYSAGHT
"Dad grabs the ceramic blue teapot and carefully swishes it with hot water. “You’ve got to scald the pot—it’s the most important thing you can do. Keeps the tea hot.” He pours the water out and reaches the pot towards me. “Give it a feel.” It’s hot to the touch. The rest of the water in the kettle is slowly rumbling, its sound the low howl of the night breeze caressing window sills..."
Hindsight Vol. III
The S.S. Rhode Island
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​by EDWARD KINCAID
" I didn’t used to do it. I started by eating dinner at the table like a regular, vertical person. But then I decided that I couldn’t be alone with my thoughts and so I started to read a book with dinner. This proved unsustainable as my attention span waned and I kept getting dollar-store tomato sauce on my overdue copy of The Corrections. More than that though, it just became hard to think about anything,..."
Hindsight Vol. IV
A Sour Sour Orange
​by PHIA ELSASS
“If love was a fruit, neglect would be its bitter orange peel."
-a fictional quote created by ChatGPT in the voice of the renowned food critic, Anton Ego, from
the movie Ratatouille, (2023.)
Night I:
Your fingers tore under my skin, and I fell, tumbling under your pillow...
Hindsight Vol. IV
Why I Need To Be The Next Bachelorette
​by ELEANOR DAWSON-MOORE
“I’ve been fighting tooth and nail for love for a long time, and I’m pretty sure only one arena will grant me love at this point: reality television. 25 men competing to be my husband over the course of 6-9 weeks. Petty, clingy, sassy men picking catfights and saying things like Can I steal you for a sec? and I love you just weeks in. Red flags don’t concern me, I’ve always thought the color was the new black anyway..."
Hindsight Volume IV
Oak Tree
​by LAILAH ARMSTRONG
“Memories of my youth are surrounded by the trees that lined the yard of the first house I recall living in. I often sat at the place where their trunks met the Earth while my brother swung above me, crawling from branch to branch, tree to tree. Every so often he’d call my name, reminding me that he was up there and that I was down here.
“Lailah, look,” he’d shout, high above me.
“No,” I’d respond, because how could I forget? The fact that he could climb so high he nearly touched the sun..."
Journal 2020 Issue II
Good Beer
​by PARKER STEVEN GRIGGS
"I remember the first time I invited a girl to join my friends and me at the brewery. She didn’t live far away, so we had little time to converse on the way. I spent most of that precious time apologizing for whatever my friends could possibly say throughout the evening. “These are military people.” I said, “They can get a little carried away with their war stories..."
Hindsight Volume III
Death Without a Soul and the Spacetime Between Us
​by S.G GREENE
“Something’s happened. Something’s happening.
Sweat beads on your face as the controlling drum of your heart hammers away inside your chest. Just seconds before, reality seemed within your control—the sandwich in your hand was the main goal and the last half of the day was all that was ahead. A night of work, dinner, and maybe a movie or show to cap before you fall asleep in anticipation of doing it all again the next day..."
Journal 2020 Issue VIII
Bugs The Bunny
​by KAYLIE STENBURG
“Suddenly Lena bolted off the coop and ran across the yard, yelling “drop it! Rosie, drop that!” When she caught up to Rosie, Lena put her hand up to the dog’s mouth. I jumped off the coop to catch up to Lena, and when I did, I saw that there was a baby cottontail caught between the jagged peaks of Rosie’s teeth. Powerless, I looked on as Lena wrestled the bunny out of the dog’s mouth..."