Maria
Paris Wu
Lurching out of the classroom, I throw my body against a wall, and allow gravity to pull me to the floor. I haven’t slept in days. Staring into space, I try to process what has happened in the past week—midterms,…
Category:Words
Edges
Liam Cetti
The wind whips my hair as I saunter along the uneven sidewalk. I brush it back with my hand, and then look up at the church building I’d just escaped. My family sits inside, absorbing the thundering words of the…
The Emancipatory Potential of the Beautiful:
Erich Johnson
It is safe to say that a common, popular conception of art is that which depicts the beautiful. Nonetheless, even this seemingly benign assumption raises some interesting questions. Is beauty a subjective or an objective notion? Does it reside in…
Poetry by Kevin Shaabi
Be the one to squeeze my hand, \
As I gaze at the freckled beauty of life \
Be the one to keep the mug of spent coffee, \
On the bright side of the shadows, \ ...
Islas dislocadas
Arturo Dávila
Tres poemas al vuelo
La historia de estos poemas es singular. Cuando el avión que nos llevaba a la isla de Guadalupe comenzó su descenso, recordé que la noche anterior había dejado (estratégicamente), los poemas escritos para esta ocasión (CPA…
Minnie Mouse
Raven Baksh
Goddamn, she is some sort of hot today. What is it? Like, nine thousand degrees out? All these sun burnt people with their sun burnt children don’t seem to be bothered… With their bare chicken legs out and their little…
“Hippy Boyfriend”
Alyson “Allie” Brill
I’m not goin’ anywhere. I live in a basement studio apartment with a cracked toilet seat and a peeling paint job. My buddies come over and tell me my place looks like a crack den. I don’t clean things. I’m…
Clouds
Elias Chess
Clouds. Always clouds. They’re why my life is as it is today. Fucking clouds.
I can’t believe I used to lie out in a field for hours, just so I could look up at the sky and be with the…