Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President
May 6, 2019
Filed under Kendall Kalustyan's Poetry (Vice President)
They say the Notre Dame is burning.
They say the flames licked the heavens
as if to spite the very god they were built to worship.
I imagine Michael Brown’s cheek felt the same heat
as the asphalt scarred his cheek as...
Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President
May 1, 2019
Filed under Kendall Kalustyan's Poetry (Vice President)
Inspired by true events
In 1997 Michael Coots swam out on his surfboard in Hawaii.
He let his fingers glide through the water
and as the crescent of the wave tunneled around him,
a Tiger Shark came and took his left...
Kaitlyn Wiehe
May 1, 2019
Filed under Poetry
A twin bed, in the middle of a room, with two boys. Remements of their night were scattered across the comforter: flashlights, books on space and sports and videogames, crumpled wrappers. There’s a playboy shoved under the bed....
Julia Schnarr, Poetry Editor
May 1, 2019
Filed under Poetry
Life’s Blessings
Beatles music, loving other people.
Having a hilarious sister.
Mom’s dinner.
Dad’s BB gun.
Glasses.
Contacts.
New Yorkers.
Movies that make me cry.
Sunrises.
Imagining myself stuck on a boat
in...
Lael Keller, Poetry Editor
March 3, 2019
Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)
Low
Low
Low
There’s my shadow
Row, row, row
Against the wind
Go, go, go
No more that I know
And here lies the life
of a shadow
Does my shadow have dreams?
Does she long to sing under the sun?
Does my shadow blink...
Lael Keller, Poetry Editor
March 3, 2019
Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)
We wish
And wild dreams sprout from will
While waving away worries still
We wish wild dreams until
Dawn
A sailor
Rows not far from shore
On a stormy night nor
Far from harbor
But the sailor
With wild dreams
Rows
The...
Audrey Raphaels, President
March 1, 2019
Filed under Poetry
Why live life in a box when you can break walls of glass castles?
Because perfection should be quiet and linear?
Though all great ideas were created in realms where
diversity and boldness were rewarded with gold.
Do you live...
Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President
March 1, 2019
Filed under Kendall Kalustyan's Poetry (Vice President)
I’ve never been good at Calculus,
or self care.
Incidentally, they are both equally challenging to me.
But from both of these nuisances,
I have learned that recover is a nonlinear function
that can shift for no apparent...
Lael Keller, Poetry Editor
February 15, 2019
Filed under Lael Keller's Poetry (Poetry Editor)
Blue dreams and the river seems
to flow
Night gleams through a swarm of skeletal trees
a cool breeze whispers words
in the scarce moon glow
A silent fawn born only moments ago
takes a step on it’s own
The lady in the...
February 9, 2019
Filed under Creative Writing Workshop Students, Lit Mag, Poetry
If you try to divide by zero,
it will split like broken glass.
It will shatter in shards,
And leave behind it a void.
It envelops your eraser shavings,
Your broken lead,
The blood from your paper cuts,
All your sins and ...
