They say she wears a mask that could launch a thousand ships and that with the purse of her lips, the white-gloved hands she uses to light thin, pretty cigarettes and drink Manhattans that she would launch them.
by Scott Newman on March 11, 2018March 11, 2018
Nicki Minaj, where are the bees? The bees are not in the trap— They are trapped in air that refuses to be their home.
by Alex Jacobson on March 10, 2018March 11, 2018
Have you ever seen a body exhale its last breath?
by Esti Matulewicz on February 18, 2018February 18, 2018
Where our voices meld shrill and sheepish at the same time, holding the bird that twitches, wings folded, eyes tight.
by Serena Alagappan on February 18, 2018February 18, 2018
“On my shelf above
They sit like something unearthed
by Ellen Scott-Young on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
“My cousins live fifteen
Minutes away. By foot.”
by Yael Marans on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
“We pass it every year, the way the parade passes. Then we arrive home with the last notes of the song, evidence against our staying power, our packaging, upon return, found intact.”
by Tess Solomon on December 3, 2017December 3, 2017
“It was his finest, and most coveted, item.”
by Sophie Knight on November 19, 2017November 19, 2017
“he didn’t exist in this language
by Esti Matulewicz on November 19, 2017November 19, 2017
“There’s an imposter
In the coffin”
by Nicolette D’Angelo on November 19, 2017November 17, 2017
“I miss my brother’s 18th birthday. He spends it kneeling in pews and tossing crosses of stems and swallowing Christfuls of dirt. No one falls into the pit. Oh, adult. Fresh mint.”
by Somi Jun on November 12, 2017November 10, 2017
“Matter warps that geometry.
So I try to piece her together like he would.”
by Tess Solomon on November 12, 2017November 10, 2017
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with an M?