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Shit I’ve Been Doing

I know, I know, I haven’t written in a long while, but I wish for Chrissakes you’d stop yammering on about it. I have obligations, obli-fucking-gations, and there’s no getting around them. If you think for one second that I’m … Read More

by Anonymous on December 6, 2006February 26, 2014

Narcissus

Jakob’s eyes were a prison for my soul. They were tragically beautiful. They were beautifully tragic. There was sadness there, and a wise weariness of the world, and yet somehow a glint of hope. His eyes nearly broke my heart. A sapphire ocean, sweeping me away in a shimmering riptide of tears and fluttering lashes.

by Zeb Blackwell on May 1, 2007March 17, 2013

Slits

A short play for three friends at dawn.

by Rafael Abrahams on March 7, 2012March 22, 2013

Susan Howe in “Middle Air”

November 22, 2013 is when Susan Howe and David Grubbs sit in Woolworth Hall. Susan Howe and David Grubbs are at Princeton to perform their fourth collaboration, WOODSLIPPERCOUNTERCLATTER. There is no light in the room. A sun is outside, near … Read More

by Joel Newberger on November 30, 2013December 1, 2013

The Wind on Ganja Bridge

A Poem.

by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on March 27, 2008March 17, 2013

The Virtue of Ambiguity

A Review of the Film: Parasite

by Drew Pugliese on November 10, 2019November 10, 2019

In the Temporality of Chalk

“Through my chalk drawing, I wanted to engage with the concept of fluidity and a flexible present. What if the priority was not permanence, but the process?”

by Emma Mohrmann on November 20, 2021November 20, 2021

Poetry, or How to Pray Without a God

April is national poetry month, but a lot of people don’t know or care about it. Completely understandable. Many teachers introduce us to poetry as if it were a fine science.

by Dixon Li on April 20, 2011March 17, 2013

FUSE

It is an afternoon in early October and the grass on the south lawn of Frist is thick and soft as moss.

by Rachel Stone on February 7, 2015July 20, 2017

Sonnet 34

Amore e Mona Lagia e Guido ed io Possiam be ringraziare un Ser costui Che n’ha partiti, sapete da cui? Nol vo’ contrar per averlo in oblio. Poi questi tre più non v’hanno disìo; Ch’eran serventi di tal guisa in … Read More

by Guido Cavalcanti on May 11, 2006March 17, 2013

Writing East

Maybe I’m homesick or maybe I’ve just sold out, but I’ve stopped distinguishing between the states that make up the great green Midwest I call home.

by Susannah Sharpless on October 19, 2011March 22, 2013

There’s Good News and Bad News

Dad, that email you sent with your top 25 YouTube vid’s from the summer of ’08 was great.

by Justine Chaney on August 11, 2009March 17, 2013


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