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Chiral

Perhaps strange, perhaps vague… How things can break and almost mend themselves, A little strange. How we succeed ourselves. Pioneers barely dominate infinitely As Parthenon becomes a Laurel and laurels become…. Become. Franchise, monetize….value nothing is immutable. On the verge … Read More

by Jania Likea on December 8, 2010March 17, 2013

Letter from Lia Beach

For the island has harpooned me.

For the day will not end.

For salt-drunk I swam to an underwater cave and saw clear through but the sea pressed me and I turned.

For I am glad you could not see me clamber onto the stone beach, awkward as a palsied horse and naked but for goggles.

by Matthew Brailas on May 2, 2013May 6, 2013

(A Poem)

An untitled work.

by Stephen Tyler on December 4, 2008March 17, 2013

Cinema

‘This feels like a movie,’ I said./’Yeah?’ you laughed./You never understood/your role.

by Carley Stamps on October 6, 2018October 7, 2018

Ding dong… hello?

“Go back to work, you miscreant.”

by Juju Lane on February 20, 2022February 20, 2022

Nostalgia Architects

“With too much text to see or read, / I imagine the storm of a thousand paper cranes.”

by Serena Alagappan on December 8, 2019December 8, 2019

Corpse Diem

We will all be worm food
So fuck each other wildly

by Samuel Bollen on March 7, 2015

The Subway Car

“Jacob and / the angel / jostling in the / subway car”

by Alexandra Orbuch on October 31, 2021October 30, 2021

Untitled

Am I silos, still as daybreak?

by Crystal Liu on November 21, 2016July 21, 2017

How to Live in a Single

“5. Spot your ex-roommates on campus. Remember their erratic sleep patterns, what they looked like in the mornings. The sounds of their alarms. They’ll ask, how’s the single? You say, great…”

by Jimin Kang on October 6, 2018October 6, 2018

After throwing your cigarettes out

I took a bus home to your nightly reenactments, the ones performed before you ever hid your lighters or begged for air. My blood’ll sort it out, you promised, ignoring London and your heredity, all those veils of ash and … Read More

by Nicolette D’Angelo on February 21, 2016February 25, 2016

On Everlasting

She sits a widowed star beyond the rest, And whispers of the final kiss. Entrances souls who chance to look With promise of eternal bliss.   She glared in through the eyes, and saw We lack it in our minds, … Read More

by Clara Wilson-Hawken on February 14, 2013March 22, 2013


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