FROM Philosophy TO Canna culture AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.
A genuine reflection of today’s headlines from diverse voices, as it relates to things like art, culture, sexuality, technology, and creativity.
FROM Philosophy TO Canna culture AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.
A genuine reflection of today’s headlines from diverse voices, as it relates to things like art, culture, sexuality, technology, and creativity.
A genuine REFLECTION OF THE human EXPERIENCE IN TODAY’S WORLD.
A genuine REFLECTION OF THE human EXPERIENCE IN TODAY’S WORLD.
Providing a place of connection through a free forum of discussion, opinion and analysis on the topics that affect us the most.
Shifting Cultural Value—or—Tim and Woody Go to the Opera
tim and woody go to the opera | illustrations by seth williams Our names weren’t really Tim and Woody. When we were little, my cousin Jim and I occupied ourselves by pretending that we were lost in the jungle or that we were detectives on the trail of a criminal...
IF YOU LOVE ME, You’ll Eat This
In my family, food is how we say, “I love you.” The meal we cook is a valentine. Eating every bit of what’s served is a return kiss. And this lover’s dance passed down to me. If I care about you, I cook for you. I learned this from my grandmother, “Nanny,” we...
Unlovable Things
unlovable things | illustration by anne elisabeth høgh I could only watch in horror as he grabbed anything to stop her from moving. I wonder if someone else saw me struggling like I was seeing her but wasn’t sure whether to stop it. This thought alone made me...
The Scent of Sun
scent of sun | photography by katherine cart So, who are you? What do terpenes and trichomes mean to you? Do you shiver and scowl when a kid walks by, stinking of last night’s joint? Or do you take a second whiff, then a third, trying to remember the last time you...
Shifting Cultural Value—or—Tim and Woody Go to the Opera
tim and woody go to the opera | illustrations by seth williams Our names weren’t really Tim and Woody. When we were little, my cousin Jim and I occupied ourselves by pretending that we were lost in the jungle or that we were detectives on the trail of a criminal...
IF YOU LOVE ME, You’ll Eat This
In my family, food is how we say, “I love you.” The meal we cook is a valentine. Eating every bit of what’s served is a return kiss. And this lover’s dance passed down to me. If I care about you, I cook for you. I learned this from my grandmother, “Nanny,” we...
Unlovable Things
unlovable things | illustration by anne elisabeth høgh I could only watch in horror as he grabbed anything to stop her from moving. I wonder if someone else saw me struggling like I was seeing her but wasn’t sure whether to stop it. This thought alone made me...
The Scent of Sun
scent of sun | photography by katherine cart So, who are you? What do terpenes and trichomes mean to you? Do you shiver and scowl when a kid walks by, stinking of last night’s joint? Or do you take a second whiff, then a third, trying to remember the last time you...
