“that I’d have to give back the Calvin and Hobbes
I stole from you”
by Sinan Ozbay on February 26, 2017February 26, 2017
“On the long last day of his life, the Buddha sat perfectly still.”
by Sammy Prentice on February 26, 2017July 20, 2017
We always have so many things to do but time stilled in there, like the quiet between heartbeats.
by Serena Alagappan on February 19, 2017July 21, 2017
Embrace the mutilation
by Zaynab Zaman on December 11, 2016
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue—
In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.???
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot,
I never could tell where you—
Put your foot—
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.
by a computer, Sylvia Plath, Zach Cohen on December 11, 2016
I want to go on a road trip through your belly
find dirt along the Ohio River thick with skeletons
by Kirit Limperis on December 3, 2016
A poem with some “help” from Percy Shelley
by Harrison Blackman on December 3, 2016July 21, 2017
Am I silos, still as daybreak?
by Crystal Liu on November 21, 2016July 21, 2017
A poem about love.
by Matthew Silberman on November 21, 2016August 13, 2017
Elena Isaeva has been translated into various European languages, but has never been published in English.
by Fiona Bell on November 21, 2016July 21, 2017
Shaking fingers reach,
by Tianyi Wang on October 16, 2016
The whites of his eyes, half in the light.
by Somi Jun on October 16, 2016October 19, 2016
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with a B?