Byline: Joel Newberger

For the Superior Wiper

Said a pseudo-American prophet, “p— is sooooo crucial!” I am really American, so I believe in this very hard. And, as really important things must happen in cool places (the defenestration of Prague was in the castle, births and deaths … Read More

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in the morning, in the light

Breath-poem.

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Fresh Reflects

“I never change; I’m too stuck in my ways.” There is a hope that we forget that “corrupt but necessary” college admissions process once in college. This, of course, is hypocritical and hopeless, for who hasn’t heard that kid boast … Read More

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End-Times Tunes

An album that encapsulates an era.

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On a Fast

My stomach is parched from having just peed into the muddled ground. And it hurts from having nothing to eat, no ring pops, no soda, no sunflower seeds. It’s an empty hole, a cosmic hole— it could collapse now into … Read More

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Peaches and Penumbras

Independent life and the lesson of Ginsberg.

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WIll My Eyes Be Closed or Open?

Ordinary, suicidal thoughts in Emerson and Bjork’s “Hyperballad”.

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The Somewhat Sterile Projectors

Reviewing the Dirty Projectors’ newest.

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Erysipelas

A poem for your brambled mind.

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Levinski Park: Abroad, Alone, and Adrift

My friend James is soft-spoken; he talks instead of screaming and whispers instead of talking.

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Beach Baby

Rarely is one so revised by experience, which like a river washes away the calcified sand of the soul to describe itself there anew. Rare, too, is the ability to recognize this revision. School had just ended, its shoulder-weight just … Read More

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Just a Tiny God

Last Sunday, I spoke with one of my dear friends about God. We were walking down some path strewn with magnolia petals, as the sun finally shone through the trees, talking about the trees, the breeze, the news.

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