Poetry

what it’s like to fall in love with a girl by eva vila

when she breaks up with you 
your tears will be 
blood red

Red by Sara Kumar

I claim my territory in red,
lipstick rouge on cigarettes and coffee cups 
primal instinct outshadowed by postmodern possession 

When I’m gone by kamau nosakhere

When I’m gone
Don’t cry at my absence
Just hug tight and hold close
All of me that is left with you

Someday I’ll love Kamau Nosakhere by kamau nosakhere

Bony
Hairless
Small

Echo Was Beautiful, No One Knows Why by Jackie Andrea Winslow

Narcissus never really loved Echo, to be truthful.
He loved walking by the harbor in deadstock denim

Muse in the Museum by Alyssa Shonk

The solid concrete supports my aching feet
as the girl’s unblinking gaze falls onto my face.

The Spleen, My Internal Tempest by Sara Kumar

What art thou spleen, where my inhibitions lie bereft? 
The unduly taxation of my proper disposition 
leads to my forged submission 
to your act of theft; 

Prose

The Secret Library by Brian Gibson

It was only at this moment that I stumbled on the retrospectively obvious realization that I had not read any of what they would be discussing. In fact, I did not remember having received any reading material at all, either from Wright or from the other members of the group. I would have to make like I used to in school and lie through my teeth. Maybe I could mention how evocative I found the writing style—a perennial favorite.

The Letter she was too afraid to send by Eva Vila

When Lady Capulet found the courage to enter her daughter’s bedroom again after the funeral, she found the following letter crumpled in a drawer.

Dearest Romeo,

Your words enchant me, and yet it is a toxic spell.

You have one (1) new message. by Hayley Ng

Hey Mikey. It’s Callum. As always. 

How've you been, man? 

I hope you haven’t died yet, heh, y’know?

Art