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Poetry

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Hey

Hey, what’s up? What’s new these days? I haven’t heard you laugh The way you used to. Hey friend, What’d you think about today? Did you think about it...

Graphic by Sheiran Phu

How to be lonely

I. Do not think about your loneliness as an entity separate from yourself. Allow it to consume you. Give yourself to it, but be gentle; it is more afraid...

Graphic by Haewon Ma

Three-part romance

I. In my city of questions, you wove all the answers into the seams of your umbrella and set the rain in motion. I turned the corner and fell...

Lit Issue

Paddy

The following poem is composed of song titles from American Ballads and Folk Songs (Lomax, John. American Ballads and Folk Songs. New York: the Macmillan Company, 1934. Print)  ...

Graphic by Joseph Valdez

Flies

Come morning, the flies nudge my body awake, licking up around my skin, against my eyes and mouth. The day begins in a close fog, cool and rising from...

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Graphic by Haewon Ma

swallow

I have a strange habit of punctuating my sentences with Apologies Speaking for others; feeling obligated to present my opinions As hypotheses   Free thinking is a luxury for...

Graphic by Haewon Ma

Watermelons

I swallowed a seed and now it rises, but I am broken, so it cannot live.   As a child, I ravaged watermelons mercilessly, ate them quick like candy....

Graphic by Haewon Ma

At the tracks

If I could fill a pool with memories And swim in them forever, I would re-meet everyone I’ve known Some kind, some shrill, some clever.   I would re-watch...

Graphic by Haewon Ma

Soft p(s)alms

I am the blunt The soft plague I am The tiny scar Under your right eye The little pimples on your buttocks   I am the girl carrying Five...

Graphic by Claire Sheen

One castaway to another

Today I will go blind making eyes at you,  you orphaned orb of the sky,  white-hot with cruelty and with love  for all things growing, for all things spangled...

Graphic by Claire Sheen

April

Dirty water attracts rain boots and children. Snow to melt still air to leave still until leaves move, grown of dirty water.   The grey branches are skirmishing with...

Graphic by Suzanqi Jiang
Graphic by Claire Sheen

A Letter to Yale University

Dear Yale, We need to talk. We both know the lingo to loosen the strings attached, that regardless of its gift wrapping, I’m still presenting you with severed limbs,...

ClaireSheen(Voices,Fernandez)

Dusk Walks in Key West

If only I could capture the scent of humidity in the aperture of a disposable camera— to hold all of Fleming St. under hydroquinone in a darkroom, each fading...

Lit Issue

Rooms with windows

I. The Room with the Stained Glass   How inordinate is the dust that flutters in, casting visible rays across the monumental space— beaming like those forgotten spirits hung...

Graphic by Jasun Hu
Lit Issue

Poetry: April 17, 2015

Careful Reification her encasement remains in this undissolving shadow the embodied desire of an unseen nation and to be her, the ostension, looks very much like being human or...

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The crimson-beaked finch

The crimson-beaked finch is a made up animal. In the snowfield of your mind, I have walked a line of empty footprints. Out of something that doesn’t-even-kind-of exist, I...

Voices_poetry_graphic by jake stein

Submerge

The slender legs of gulls, like the long sticks of reeds, rooted in the bottom of the lake. Standing like stilts, they tip forward, slowly dip their long thin...