The Devil's Quill


Kaitlyn Wiehe

May 1, 2019

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....

Life’s Blessings

Julia Schnarr, Poetry Editor

May 1, 2019

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...

Shadow Life

Lael Keller, Poetry Editor

March 3, 2019

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...

Wild Dreams

Lael Keller, Poetry Editor

March 3, 2019

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

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...

Non Linear Functions

Kendall Kalustyan, Vice President

March 1, 2019

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...

In Condemnation of the Children Being Detained at the Border

March 1, 2019

Harper Lee taught us that to kill a mockingbird is a sin - but what about to kill a dream? ...

A Silent Song

Lael Keller, Poetry Editor

February 15, 2019

The Lady in the Woods

Lael Keller, Poetry Editor

February 15, 2019

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...

Division by Zero

February 9, 2019

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 ...

Banjo Ears

Julia Schnarr, Poetry Writer

February 8, 2019

Banjo Ears The tongue was his barrier. He spoke not of my language but one of his home village. The frustration in communication was thunderous. I tried to tell him that he owed me fifty cents more. He had bought...


Hannah Zhang

December 18, 2018

guava tiny little watermelon-lime wrinkly light green old woman skin ruddy pink flesh with off-white seeds guava i don’t know what you taste like i’ve only ever smelled you as a candy and found you on Image...

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