Danielle Kao | “Gutts”
Sarah Zbidi | He almost always hated birthdays, and like the /
Bedouin elders, cried, prayed. / These days, you / almost always feel bad for turning a year older.
Lauren McGrath | “Turning Back”
Zach Bernstein | Let me show you how the whole world is a puff of smoke hiccupping out of a truck’s back we pray to while shutting our eyes and bowing our heads so we can’t read the license plate number as it hauls away our wooden smiles in rattling tin cans string-tied to the sides,
Hannah Braley | Scrabble racks are a / challenge. / It’s all fun and games / until he plays / “C U N T”.
Danielle Kao | “Monster Triptych”
Marlena Kuhn | She dances and dances. One step forward, small steps in between, one step backward. A Latin beat blares through the busy square, but the shuffling feet of passersby and the engines and honks of buses and cars drown the loudspeaker’s efforts. Her black tennis shoes and hot pink laces twirl.
Alexis Miranda Hinojosa Jarrett | Mi vida es una lucha de fronteras. I do not exist in either experience; rather I live somewhere in-between. I reside in the desert land between two familiar places. I know that neither one is exactly where I belong. Though I have searched for guidance, followed this star or that one, the correct path is unclear.
Bygoe Zubiate | “Daniel”
Daniel Recktenwald | What happened to you then is over now. / And unlike it, you are not over yet. / As you outlived it without knowing how, / you’ll remember. That means you can forget.
Surazeus | The house of the moon where I keep my soul / shines invisible to the eye of greed / for its walls are fragile pages of light / where I write down all the dreams I forgot / in words that slip through my fingers like rain / before I can taste memories of your love.
Alexandra Vansant | Ode to my little hands / gripping mud digging for diamonds / in the yard. If they could just reach below / the topsoil, the shiny buttons would tumble / into their palms.
Aleena Ahmad | Don’t get me wrong. I love jokes. It feels great to laugh, to smile, to feel joy. However, some jokes go too far, and it happens more than it should. I’ve heard jokes regarding taboo topics—race, school shootings and some other things, and then I’ve also heard things about mental disorders, which hits close to home for me.
Jenna Shultz | The grass was a vibrant emerald, glistening with morning dew. Cats yawned lazily and settled in their perches for an early nap. Horses snorted for their breakfast. I grabbed a pitchfork and bucket, dragging my weary feet towards Derby’s stall.
Kelly Carroll | The first time I saw Ben Ruck across the quad, my eyes swept right over him. Just another college kid heading for class. I didn’t even remember his face until he showed up next to me in Intro to Microeconomics, looking like death warmed over.
Nick Smetzer | In heaven, thunder is a hushed tone,
And the sun is a candle’s ember
Dying just to live on the end of its wick
For a few moments longer.
It is midday. The sun is at its peak, the turning point, the transition of day. Two figures ascend a dusty hill. They take a stance across from each other as mirror images. Each puts a hand on their weapon—past versus present. Draw. Bang. Who emerges from the dust? This is why we call ourselves […]
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