That Window, My Window

Luna Ramos

Have you ever looked back on your life and realized that there were people, objects that pretty much shaped your childhood, made you into a more creative, interesting person? I found mine at a very young age. No, actually, it…

Three Poems from We Play a Game

Duy Doan

Rat-tat-tat We heard Changes three times on the radio. First on the way to Salem. Again on the way to the grocery store on the way back from Salem. And then again on the way to pick up Becky and…

Select Poems from The Amoeba Game

Tara Skurtu

I stood at the stove holding a wooden spoon in my right hand, listening to butter sputtering against the splattered circle of an egg. Perhaps ...

the shadow’s wink

Lea Orianne

i cuddle, gripping firm the pillow’s shrine
a taste of acrid absence. love, not there.
grasping still to treasures, that were not mine
my widowed joy, now free of cherished care ...

Oxherding Pictures

Eunice Flanders

She, who is no longer living
Under her mother’s wing,
Who is flying in the wooded land,

Between tree limbs,
Through seasons warm, wet ...

Aristotle: Poetry

Taylor Brown

Aristotle believed that art is a form of imitation which seeks to represent life.[1] In his Poetics, he discusses his philosophical theory of drama, and determines the elements that make a compelling tragedy. These elements, according to Aristotle, are: plot,…

4 Poems

Safia Elhillo

Ode to Swearing
back home this is the worst profanity
what men use when they need to curse . . .

Frantz Fanon’s Black Skin White Masks and the Social Sickness of Racism

Miguel Morrissey

Racism is rampant and unspoken, denied and obvious. In a country of diverse terrain, we nonetheless remain connected via media, social utterances, and responses to certain events. It is easy to say “I am not a racist” or to believe…

Small Gifts: Writing with My Berklee Students

Eunice Flanders

I am privileged to teach music students, and as a writer, I think it important Berklee students understand the history and connection between lyrics and poetry. I start each class with either a poem or song lyrics, which I treat…

That’s What You Get

Mark Pawlak

“Why do you want to go so far away to college,” Mom wanted to know? “We have a perfectly good university right here in Buffalo. Your cousins went to UB,” she continued, “look at Jimmy, he’s now a professor of history in Colorado.” Mom waved her hand as if shooing away a fly. “Massachusetts Institute of Technology—what’s the attraction? No one I mentioned it to has ever heard of that place.” ...