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Spring 2022
- From the Editors
- Brackish Water Arden Shostak
- Allens Ave. and Nonplaceness Maxwell Fertik
- Mudskipper Alisa Caira
- Diptych Shannon Rose Jones
- Black Biennial: Black W(hole) Njari Anderson
- someday i’ll love katherine fu Katherine Fu
- How Is a RISD Broken Ankle Different? Juri Kang, Alex Hoffman, and Asher White
- Follow the Herd Sophia Francesco
- Reggaetón Resiste Graciela Batista
- Tales of Fish in the Sky Brady Mathisen
- The Frictionless Plane Derek Russell
- La Pipopipette Alana Baer
- the_noise_is_noisier_than_the_city.mp3 Abdelghani Alnahawi
- Degrees of Urgency Anonymous
- in:enter blue Susie Zhu
- Indefinite Continued Progress Lydia Chodosh
- Late Christian Scott
- How to Love Something That Is Bad Asher White
- My Dad and I Are Always in New Places Samaaya Jayamaha
- This RI Gregory Ghilani Shark
- Mike Fink on the Birds of His Life Mike Fink
- Reenchantment in Restoration Madeleine Young
- Arts Education at Risk! Shana Cinquemani
Follow The Herd
Sophia Francesco
B.Arch 2025
Alongside the towering green pipes
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes
Alongside the towering green pipes
that line the very edge in which I stand
my eyes would start to wander
Gliding across the hot earth as
rubber pinched the asphalt below.
Emulating a trail of light with each iteration
then leaving little evidence of it’s departure.
Beyond the concrete barrier
each beast would bob beneath the horizon
and ascend with each crater beat into the pavement,
Left to right
Right to left.
With each atmospheric thud along the broken white lines,
the herd of silhouettes slowly drifted into the distance.
Navigating the established routes conquered by the previous generation.
Adhered to the undetermined path that has brought forth this moment in time.
In which I found myself perched up against the Exit 67 sign
Illuminated by the approaching beast’s eyes.
Sophia Francesco is an Indigenous Mexican-American (Native American) designer, artist, and poet.