Life in the darkness is lonely But I do not mind For I am the creator I make beauty out of sand and sediment A beauty unbecoming Of such humble beginnings Oh how She shines Sometimes I feel like an artist But I will never join the likes of Michelangelo Picasso Or Van Gogh For [...]
Poetry & Prose
The Pearl
Nick Cutsumpas on Sunday, February 5th, 2012Scales
Michael Leeper on Sunday, February 5th, 2012A tune comes through, distorted in my dreams Some kind of distant melody A visit from a ghost of another life But the riff is so faint Piano my piano Like a prisoner in death row I await its call From the radio on a bus or a hole in the wall Something flew free [...]
Currently
Eliza Mills on Tuesday, January 31st, 2012The summer before my senior year of college is muggy hot, and the window unit in my second floor bedroom hums while I sleep, drowning out the street sounds and filling the room with a stagnant artificial chill. The AC is a glaring sign of independent adulthood—solitary and selfish and expensive. Cold air seeps under [...]
Chasmic
Shir Livne on Tuesday, January 31st, 2012Your eyes scare me a little. That cliff stare like a hazy step into pupil. If I reached out to touch them, what would I find? Some inky cells and a forgotten blink, perhaps. The floor easing out from under me, in free fall for a minute, maybe even [...]
I’ll be there soon.
Diana Wegge on Tuesday, January 31st, 2012The sky is swarming outside of my window, The colors converging: yellow, orange, navy, I like it here in the library, Even though I’m alone. I still have books to keep me company, To pass the time, Until it’s time. And soon I’ll be flying though [...]
Days of the Week
Flo Wen on Sunday, December 4th, 2011If ever I could walk away And leave her on her own, I’d plan the perfect leaving day – But one that I’d postpone. For Monday’s when we lie in bed Before the week’s restart – Between us: those three words unsaid – And dread our days apart. On Tuesday nights we’re reading things, [...]
The Problem of Fucking in Cars
Douglas Cavers on Sunday, December 4th, 2011The moonlight shone upon your naked shoulders, And ran like quicksilver down your back; Your back curved like a crescent shore, My hands as waves would flow upon it. Our little space, the backseat, this metal frame, Is greater than a kingdom’s span. Fingers Fly as couriers to every realm, Our [...]
I Can
Shir Livne on Monday, November 7th, 2011my hand can move if i want it to. reach past dark space and trace a jaw, rigid until it melts in my palms. i can spin the sky around if i drink a lot i can be skinny with pills and soggy time but. my hand i can move all on my own.
Barceloneta
Theresa Sullivan on Monday, November 7th, 2011Somewhere a tidal wave holds still for us/… - Jeffrey McDaniel Nobody lives for ordinary things except us, so it seems. After dodging train doors and plane flights even thin coffee and twin sheets are a foreign marvel, tinged in the miracle of waking in the quiet beside you again. On this side of [...]
My Mother, the Herald of Destruction
Christopher Blackett on Tuesday, October 18th, 2011Paul looked out the side window of the cockpit of his Boeing B-29 Superfortress bomber. Below was the vast expanse of ocean. Clouds drifted below his plane, and he felt an indescribable excitement. A whole world was opening up underneath his bomber. Paul was religious—his mother Enola had brought him up to be [...]