Benevolence, Georgia
Persephone, Esther Tang When I think about 1945, I think about peaches. Sweet and fuzzy with a fat, brown pit smack in the center. I remember biting into a fresh May peach from the backyard when my mother ran…
Month: March 2018
Graffiti in the Library
Chalkboard, Brendan Hunt The graffiti scribbled into the desks of the library intone different levels of cryptic messages. Suck a dick! well that one’s clear. A more delicate hand chides me to Be mindful! and adds diagrams: happily welling from a lumpy…
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VOLUME V
The Newly-Minted Dyke
War is Over, Ernest Volynec For what we knew to be our second date We went to go see some spoken word poet the campus had brought in. For the most part, she talked about the female experience and…
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VOLUME V
The Restless Spirit of Ernest Hemingway Inhabits the Body of a First-Grader
A Meal of Crayons, Bryan Rubin It is human nature to disobey. Refusing to follow orders is treason, but refusing to follow one’s ideology is treason all the same. The measure of a man is not whether he is disloyal,…
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VOLUME V
Metastasis
Blue, Linnea Schurig Dana Scully had copper hair and wasn’t afraid of God or strangeness, but Gillian Anderson’s hair is blonde so maybe I’m not really sure who it is that I love. I can make a list that…