Yes

Jacklyn Janeksela, Graduate Originally Published, Spring 2009 how could we watch a Woody Allen film when all we wanted was to be pressed against each other in no particular manner clothes or no clothes faces or bodies the dark screen, the terrible picture the empty bed behind us me, wearing a striped shirt that you … Continue reading

Neon Teen

David Anthony Tassy, Undergraduate If you’re so young, prove it. Trip and don’t fall. Rape a star or two. Make a skeleton out of glue. And to think, I had a strong feeling about this one. If you glow like they say you glow. Then your generation wasn’t worth the blinding. If you shined like … Continue reading

Red Bird

Gabriela Canales, Undergraduate Originally Published, Spring 2009 I Want My lines To  fringe From the spine Of a redbird’s feather so That I can trace my fingers Up, down the barbs of language. Lines as tight as combat boot laces, Dali’s mustache spiraling thick Across a  hungry page, white as bone. Words that crackle like … Continue reading

MY UNCLE, TOM

Jamaica Hardwick, Undergraduate Originally Published, Spring 2010 (for T-Pain) Thank you for reminding us of early entertainment. Face painted burnt cork black. Shuck and jives floating along bottoms of empty glasses, soaking in transparency. Apparently, this is the era of symphonic crack: hits preferred to music, producers to composers. Lose composure, find it next to … Continue reading