Margins Magazine - Volume 3 Issue 1
2020 has been a year of immense change and upheaval thus far, with our idea around what is normal challenged in the midst of a pandemic. In this midst of these volatile times, our team at Margins Magazine has come together to create Volume 3 Issue 1 of our publication, revolving around the theme of CHANGE. In this issue, our writers have worked hard to bring you pieces that critically discuss the realities of the current moment from advocacy effort across different fields to issues such as domestic violence and colourist. At #UTSC, we connect with Radio FWD and UTERN at UTSC to learn how campus groups are affected during the pandemic and how they are evolving their programming while staying connected with students. We’ve received amazing creative submissions from members of our local community and around the world that have allowed us to curate this issue with stories that truly represent the heart, soul, and pulse of the current times. Bringing together all these voices in Margins has been a true labour of love. We truly hope that the stories, words, and art within Margins resonate with you. Follow us on Instagram @wtcmargins & LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/company/margins-magazine!
2020 has been a year of immense change and upheaval thus far, with our idea around what is normal challenged in the midst of a pandemic. In this midst of these volatile times, our team at Margins Magazine has come together to create Volume 3 Issue 1 of our publication, revolving around the theme of CHANGE.
In this issue, our writers have worked hard to bring you pieces that critically discuss the realities of the current moment from advocacy effort across different fields to issues such as domestic violence and colourist. At #UTSC, we connect with Radio FWD and UTERN at UTSC to learn how campus groups are affected during the pandemic and how they are evolving their programming while staying connected with students.
We’ve received amazing creative submissions from members of our local community and around the world that have allowed us to curate this issue with stories that truly represent the heart, soul, and pulse of the current times.
Bringing together all these voices in Margins has been a true labour of love. We truly hope that the stories, words, and art within Margins resonate with you.
Follow us on Instagram @wtcmargins & LinkedIn https://www.linkedin.com/company/margins-magazine!
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The Hills Are White<br />
By Alexa DiFrancesco<br />
The hills across the valley were long and white. This is a rumour brought to life<br />
as it travelled the gorge, stemmed from the minds of wicked teenagers who get high<br />
too late on a Thursday night. Two of them, Agg and Benj, roll onto the pits of their<br />
bellies, making angels in the dirt which birthed them. Sal, their lonely third, sits on the<br />
riverbank below, twisting his arm at angle so inappropriate an observer would predict<br />
it’d snap.<br />
“Reach the sky with us, Sal,” Benj proclaims, offering his arms to the worms<br />
crawling in the bank. “The heroes live in the sky.”<br />
“The sky is falling.” The sad boy traces a chalky outline of Chicken Little in the<br />
space below his feet.<br />
“The sky is white, and so are the clouds.” The friends’ echoes ring into the sky,<br />
their laughter clasping onto each syllable. “And the hills.”<br />
“You know the hills aren’t white, Agg. Benj knows the hills aren’t white.<br />
Colorblind asshats think the hills are white, which is what I am.” Sal rips a dirtied<br />
paper from his jean pocket and curls it into a ball. Once again, his arm twists at an<br />
inappropriate angle. It flies as a stone normally would. “Got the proof right here.”<br />
“Go to hell, Benj. Girls like condoms. Not colorblind asshats.”<br />
“Come with me.” Agg frowns, sitting up in a daze. She skips into Sal’s lap, tugging<br />
to his shirt with rigid fingers. The blushing girl shoves his head into his belly. Though<br />
his eyes are closed, he knows hers are full moons.<br />
“Open your eyes.” Agg empties the remainder of her powder onto the grass. She<br />
throws away its pouch. “Now, all I see is white. The hills are white.”<br />
“Take the white with us, you’ll forget.” Benj throws a small pouch to Agg, powder<br />
falling from its seal. He grins. “White to black. Colour theory.”<br />
“Fuck is the point of colours when I can’t see my surroundings?”<br />
“Well, we can teach you to memorize that. Remember, on dates, hills are green,<br />
not white. Condoms wrappers can be either.”<br />
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