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We Who Yearn for Spring

“Our trembles and tears are made bright. Dancing across / our cheeks blushing and buzzing with the blossoming weather. / Possibility is today. Happiness is now. The inhale, the exhale.

by Ellen Scott-Young on April 7, 2018April 10, 2018

Our Kind of Blue

J & T and the whole gang have a new apartment, M tells me.

by Hannah Srajer on February 15, 2015June 10, 2015

Famous Last Words

1. Waiting are they? Let them wait. This is the last of the earth! Codeine. . .bourbon, I am Content. It’s just that I can’t sleep. Boats are knocking, boats against the past. I worry. Don’t let poor Nelly starve: … Read More

by Margaret Sullivan on April 28, 2010March 17, 2013

When Patton Threw Her Hat In

A prominent alumna by the name of Susan Patton / Sized up the campus dialogue and chose to throw her hat in.

by Jeremy Cohen on April 11, 2013April 13, 2013

(A Poem)

An untitled work.

by Stephen Tyler on December 4, 2008March 17, 2013

Dear Asia

“I want to tell you that you are magical. You are special. You are neat.”

by Asia Matthews on July 23, 2017August 11, 2017

Atlas

Tired, exhausted, spent. Atlas fails, his shoulders relax, the mighty stone slips, and goes tumbling.   It scratches the land, denting the mountains, before crashing into western sea.   He stands there trembling, covering his head.   –   He … Read More

by Vihaan Jetley on October 13, 2025

houston texas

            after a letter about a friend               houston is warm and smooth and deep and dark and red. It is the feeling of holding a mug in two … Read More

by Callisto Lim on November 22, 2025November 22, 2025

Crook

After Robert Frost

by Lily Hutcheson on February 21, 2025February 21, 2025

When You Find Yourself

Reach for a hardcover book with his name
sprawled across the top. It’s only natural,
you consider, to be drawn in by philosophers whose
names you once pronounced phonetically.

by Zach Cohen on October 9, 2016

After throwing your cigarettes out

I took a bus home to your nightly reenactments, the ones performed before you ever hid your lighters or begged for air. My blood’ll sort it out, you promised, ignoring London and your heredity, all those veils of ash and … Read More

by Nicolette D’Angelo on February 21, 2016February 25, 2016

Rules for When You Plan on Educating Your Future Children about Mortality

Tell them they will never die because they are too young to understand object permanence. Avoid their questions. You do not own any pets.

by Rachel Stone on November 23, 2014November 23, 2014


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