The Devil's Quill

Darkness Dancing Down

Mia Porarro

December 7, 2018

Filed under Poetry

Darkness Dancing Down Follow the beaten road Where flickering street lights line the way There you will find none who dare be around With rain pouring and darkness dancing down On the other side of the wooden doors nature...

Machine

Sera Guven

December 7, 2018

Filed under Poetry

Machine I am a machine. The gears turn, oiled and ready The chips hum, my mind is heavy I am controlled. Controlled from the moment I’m on To the minute I sleep, sweet dreams A mechanical caged bird, or a dog on a leash ...

A Running List of Pillow Talk Conversation Ideas :

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 22, 2018

Filed under Poetry

1. Social security is incredibly underfunded and millennials will pay a crushing amount in taxes on top of student loans, yet don't have the motivation to put down Pokemon Go and vote for candidates that will help them with this....

Dashing and Cool

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 22, 2018

Filed under Poetry

You may write or say whatever you please about me. Use any profanity in your vernacular - I probably deserve some of it. However, at the end of your catharsis, my only requirement is you must include how with...

‘Hey There Delilah’

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 22, 2018

Filed under Poetry

Did you know that the lead singer of the Plain White T’s never actually met Delilah of ‘Hey There Delilah’? He just saw her boarding a train in New York City and decided to write her into his life as the...

The Paradox Of Loss

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 22, 2018

Filed under Poetry

How can something that’s gone weigh you down so much? They say energy is neither created nor destroyed so then tell me, why do this space feel so vacant? Perhaps I was simply living vicariously through...

A Conversation: Explaining the Patriarchy to a ‘Mansplainer’

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 17, 2018

Filed under Poetry

… well. I’d like to get a word in edgewise. … but i’m afraid it is a futile effort. … akin to how a racist is always the first to proclaim they are not racist, … a 'mansplainer' raises his voice to...

Patriot

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

May 16, 2018

Filed under Poetry

I’ve never been much of a patriot; or particularly nationalistic for that matter. My hand is not iron cast to my forehead in undying salute, nor my finger pressed up against a trigger. I have however served overseas,...

the volcanic belt of Vesuvius

Alexa Becker, Poetry Editor

January 31, 2018

Filed under Lit Mag, Poetry

there’s no cross on my wall only a nail waiting for a purpose keeps the feet moving don’t wonder what it is lest you make waves

she is not watching

Alexa Becker, Poetry Editor

December 12, 2017

Filed under Lit Mag, Poetry

everything is slow tiptoeing around myself (the tea steeps the dog sighs the floor groans the fruit ripens and rots perpetually atop the counter) your scent hits me from another life that i’ve molded out of stiff,...

We Are Not Your Fragile Statues

Katherine Kim, Co-president

December 6, 2017

Filed under Lit Mag, Poetry

girls don't have iron in their veins iron rusts with change we do not girls don’t have gold in their hearts gold yields to fire we do not girls don’t have diamonds for bones crowds steal them away we remain we remain to topple p...

Oxygen

Audrey Raphaels, Co President

November 29, 2017

Filed under Poetry

I looked upon his glass blue eyes, looking for a reason to stay, He held my waist and touched my cheek, telling me he’d only pray. He’d pray for my loyalty and prayed for my sanity, And wished upon a star I would never realize ho...

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