Category: Piece
Castles in the air
Timia Quincy McCoade Tear through my flesh & leave a prayer in my carcass or slip it behind my ear on our way up I-95 press it into the dryness of my palms in December while I’m too distracted living the life I dreamed of at seven I listen to folk & can sit through… Read More Castles in the air
Fashion Sketches
Audrey Clarendon Audrey Clarendon is a current first-year from northwest Missouri studying Physics & Astronomy and Visual Arts. You’ll likely find her overthinking, painting barefoot, or professing her love for breakfast sandwiches.
This Goes to the Black Ladies at the Airport Who Recognize a Sistah in Need—
Alexis Bodrick seriously y’all God sends His angels into that cold white space, a hangar of portals to the ends of the world as we know it; and yet you…you always seem so bright, so warm, bundled in those tight fitting sweats, flaunting those curves. in that white space, that hangar of supposed endlessness (portals… Read More This Goes to the Black Ladies at the Airport Who Recognize a Sistah in Need—
The Broken Machine Downstairs
Megumi Oishi The machine downstairs is broken. The clunks and sighs are coming from down there, up the steps, rolling out around our feet like silvery hot metal. I can tell you’re scared — I am too. I say it’s a person, I heard a cough from down there. It’s impossible to ignore. The temperature… Read More The Broken Machine Downstairs
The Year of Return (Consulting the Senseh)
Audrey Clarendon Audrey Clarendon is a current first-year from northwest Missouri studying Physics & Astronomy and Visual Arts. You’ll likely find her overthinking, painting barefoot, or professing her love for breakfast sandwiches.
Relojes
Amaya Mikolič-Berrios Canorous Ana Torroja, pop princess Of my father’s blue mini cooper On a CD he borrowed from my mother And never gave back. Disc and wheels spinning Over the island’s stagnant time— Hoy no me puedo levantar Toda la noche sin dormir— In the backseat, I fall asleep to the swell Of her… Read More Relojes
DreamVaults
Mary Caserio <muffled> Three, two, one, go. You can’t read in your dreams. Not really. Think back to the last dream you remember. Any reading? Probably not. Ok, really think back. Is there any dream you remember reading in? Maybe? Sort of? Ok. Picture the letters or numbers as they appeared. I’ll wait. Are you… Read More DreamVaults
Next to Me (feat. RHOME)
Moyana Olivia (feat. RHOME) [HOOK] Evenings, mornings, afternoons Sparkling eyes and coffee spoons Endless hours spent next to you From the sun and greenery To the snow and falling leaves Say that you’ll stay next to me Next to me Next to me [VERSE] It’s like, ever since the day I met… Read More Next to Me (feat. RHOME)
Nightly Ritual
Ryan Morton Shower water drips in the name of the father, son, And holy spirit from the negative space between Palms I baptize you. Jesus Christ, crucified over The doorway, it’s awfully late now to do this, But I need to ask: Do you ever think of Gesmas down below? Who bothered to autopsy his… Read More Nightly Ritual
Clytemnestra’s Pieta
Chloe Chow Chloe Chow is a junior studying classics and religion. She enjoys ugly graphic t-shirts, malaphors, and the sound of the lake. You can usually find her on Twitter, unfortunately.
