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Third Eye Grind

How we dance when we dance at Lawnparties.

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107 Things Sex is Like

Some of our esteemed fellow publications within the literary Eden that is this campus have recently brought their keen eyes to sex, and what it is like to have it. They have prompted us to consider how it is similar … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design

Check out our newest issue in collaboration with the Blacks Arts Collective here, or pick up a copy somewhere on campus!

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The Dating Issue: Full Design

This week, we shacked up, settled down, and cuffed ourselves into oblivion

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Accidents of the Present Time

The grass is trimmed like my father obsesses over. It’s green as Heineken bottles, as my mother’s eyes when shining with tears, and the white lines that frame it up and down stand out like Claire’s porcelain skin at Ricky’s son’s baptism.

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Dirge

Something about the engineering of stairwells / makes you want to push someone down one. / Vertebrae snapping against all those / edges straight as rulers. Too violent,

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Reborn in the USA

Campaigning for re-election in 1984, Ronald Reagan riled up a crowd in New Jersey by blasting Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the U.S.A.,” a song which sounds like a latter-day national anthem but which actually takes a critical stance on the Vietnam War and the state of American society left in its wake.

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Mixed Tongues

One sunny Saturday morning, at the end of my first week in Japan, Ms. Shinako arrived, packaged gift in hand, bowing deeply and smiling as she stepped through the door. She was in her mid-twenties, petite and a little bit … Read More

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WIll My Eyes Be Closed or Open?

Ordinary, suicidal thoughts in Emerson and Bjork’s “Hyperballad”.

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People You Meet At Princeton Preview

The five dankest.

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All In

“Then she got a glass of water, because really, it was almost 8:45 AM, she must be thirsty by now, and hydration is very important.”

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Two Poems

The Beacon Down there, by the Old Red River in the woods by the darkened elementary school, out where the painted scary people shoot up wan drugs and shiver all night, empty cans sparkle like mirrors. The moss on the … Read More

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