Roots | Spring 2024

I’ll start this off by saying nine times out of ten, I hate goodbyes. Goodbyes mean endings, and endings are always really hard.  I started…

I recall the very first rush night of Fall 2021 when I began my time here at Ithaca College. I walked into Williams 323 (a…

Joining Buzzsaw Magazine the fall of my sophomore year was one of the best decisions I made over my four years of college. I went…

I joined Buzzsaw at the beginning of my sophomore year of college. As things began to return to normal after a strange, COVID-y start to…

your fingers smell of citrus  nail beds lined with the leftovers of clementine peels  how lovely it is to have met you  and to share…

The ache of non-reciprocity in love is an ice-cold metal sphere in an otherwise burning pinball machine body.   It’s the blue middle finger attached…

I never enjoyed puzzles. Perhaps I mistrusted them, seeing all their many pieces sprawled out and disconnected. What if the little cardboard pieces wound up…

Spring comes as a shock  Somehow unexpected One day I wake  And the tree branches seem longer  And their roots stretch further  I know that …

Everywhere I go, all I see is dead trees   Sulk around with pills and cash in my jeans   Last week, all I dreamt of was…