A Celebration of Adolescent Musings

Hollin’s Kritick is not to be confused with The Hollins Critic
…unless to do so earns us publicity and unearned critical acclaim

Our intended purpose is to celebrate our earnest, lacking-in-self-awareness, and void-of-all-inhibition juvenilia. This journal is a tender, humorous treatment of youthful musings. Our intention is to honor the integrity of those early writerly attempts to add to the canon, those fledgling reflections on life that had us bleeding our formative little hearts out onto the page, unabashedly, unapologetically, with an amount of audacity we might all do well to find again.

This journal began, like most things, by complete accident. Whilst hanging out in the Moody dining hall at Hollins University, just a few MFA in Creative Writing students whimsically uttering nonsense about our shared existences, a spark appeared between the synapses of Saint Margaret’s brain, the most precious and precarious of baby ideas: a lit mag to act as a home for our earliest attempts at “literature.” 

Thus, a collective birthing ensued, and Hollin’s Kritick was born right then and there at the dinner table. A soft autumn breeze was likely blowing and suddenly stopped at this precise moment, frozen in awe of all the possibilities that had just come kicking and screaming into the world. A celebration! This is, if anything, simply that: a celebration of what words can do and have done when they are written in the sweltering, audacious heat of youth.