Daphenie Joseph

Daphenie Joseph
Media Staff

(she/her/hers)

Daphenie is a fourth year double majoring in Studio Art and Media Studies. She is interested in exploring the portrayal of race in media forms such as animation and traditional film, as well as understanding the impact of media on our current society. In her free time she enjoys catching up on her favorite shows, working on art projects, and participating in Christian fellowships on grounds. 

 

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a crown on a green background

Our issue opens with Cheyenne Butler’s piece “What Happens in Vegas Should Stay in Vegas,” when the thin veil of adoration is trespassed.

girl wearing green dress wading through water

Do you see me as I see myself in your reflection?

Looking down on your water that coats my skin a color I share with all 

Years and years ago 

Do you recognize me as your own?

orange leaf falling on water

my grandfather knows trees

like I know the bark of his calloused hands

their leaves, their roots, their flowers

Portrait of Caroline

Caroline Silvera applied to Iris magazine one year ago as a second year without any writing experience. Surprising right? Most wouldn’t guess by the variety and depth of her pieces, not to mention the title of “author” beneath her name on the Iris website, that she had never considered herself a writer before. 

Portrait of Lindsey

Ask anyone on the Iris staff, it’s Lindsey’s unique voice that remains with them, the words are always alive, breathing off the page. Lindsey says she has little writing experience, but between you and me, she’s just being modest. 

snow

We all know what happens to the body when it reaches the end of life.

makeup products

I was in Sephora over winter break, looking for a new perfume, when a couple of girls who could not be any older than 11 shoved past me to get to the Sol de Janerio display.

angel wings on blackground

I want to go back to that night. Just for a moment. Just to escape. 

blue squiggles that look like waves

Back in high school, I did not care at all about the holidays. 

streaks of pink

Start with a mantra. And a mirror. 

The same words, daily. 

splotches of color: purple, pink, orange

Dear Man with the Matches, 

Do you remember seeing a gaggle of college kids making their way down the street late one night?

ink pot and feather pen

When I was in first grade, I wished for the first time to be a writer. I pictured holding a book and running my finger over my name in embossed text on the cover of a pristine book jacket.