Two Stanzas in Free Verse

By Matthew Dischner   I feel it at the back of my brain, an itch I cannot scratch, a small splinter palpable only when one thought rubs another, brushing the sliver against grey matter. A spike of intensity - sharp, swift, gone.   A disciple of the experimental humanities, Matthew Dischner’s writings mix his passion [...]

Two Stanzas in Free Verse2018-05-21T16:52:30+00:00

I Asked for a Sign

By Brandy Clark I asked for a sign and I got one in the molded shape of a man, frayed bottoms of his khaki shorts stopping right above his skinned and scabby knees. Rough working hands with rough working fingers held a wooden stick— fresh-cut, raw, bleeding sap. Poster board mounted on stick, hand drawn [...]

I Asked for a Sign2018-05-21T17:22:20+00:00


By Matthew Dischner THELO NIOUS An off-chord ceramic strike signals a renaissance: a mistake made music, a staccato affogato dim7 slap across the cerebellum, a reminder of writing poetry on a bench on Morningside Ave in the winter and the sound the birds made in the snow.   A disciple of the experimental humanities, Matthew [...]

THELO NIOUS2018-05-21T17:33:55+00:00

The Second Law

By Alexis López Paleo The bed is nothing more than the culmination of all efforts, true and dishonest. The covers on the floor a clear sign of surrender, the submission to (the lack of) faith and motley bodies. Here we understand the impossible flow of heat up and out your body, into the world of [...]

The Second Law2018-05-21T17:45:54+00:00

Listening to Folk Songs on the Metro

By Benjamin Phillips A wayfarer and restless, I stand lost in my home. I see mountains every time I close my sunken eyes. The indigo shade they cast on the sky in twilight. My heart longs to gaze at horizons so encumbered. I am haunted by the serene views of my childhood. So, I stand [...]

Listening to Folk Songs on the Metro2018-05-07T22:00:41+00:00

Afro-Puerto Rican Mantra

By Alexandra Rosado-Román From our unending struggles to our resilient spirit From our history of oppression to our decolonized imaginaries From the pain inflicted upon our bodies to our creative and agential embodiment Our blackness is beautiful and cannot be taken for granted From the rejection of our features to our empowered aesthetics From our [...]

Afro-Puerto Rican Mantra2018-05-21T17:52:53+00:00


By Ali Geren When I was 11, I stood in the basement and screamed shit as loud as I could, because it was the worst thing I could think of. What I actually said was I’m sick of this shit, but the climax of the sentence was definitely shit and since I’d never cursed before, [...]


Meditations on the California North Coast

By Eliott Coyle For one day it rained curtains and sheets, permeating the hillside. Effortless it came, effortless it changed. Roads eroded, soil moved to mud and took trees with it. Water is soft until everything becomes likewise. That evening I ran the faucet, filled my cup, and drank from the sky. Beneath soil sustenance, [...]

Meditations on the California North Coast2018-05-07T20:37:39+00:00

The Camaraderie of the House Fire

By Megan Maloof Your oven has been on all day, Scarlet embers from your cigarette fall into the recycling bin The curling iron is curling the plastic of your countertops- Whatever it is,  Your house is on fire. Family photos and garbage burn the same way. Faces peak from between curtains to look down on [...]

The Camaraderie of the House Fire2018-05-07T21:30:50+00:00

Olive Ave., 12:46am

By Ian Thompson The drunken man on Olive wears a shirt that reads I need a chica from Costa Rica! below the outline of a nation poverty-stricken but known by outsiders for its tranquil beaches—just as my city is more associated with a haunted cruise liner than the ghosts of those killed on its streets, [...]

Olive Ave., 12:46am2018-05-07T21:48:25+00:00