by Alina Yaman I feel heavy these days. I feel paralyzed. Half a centimeter beneath the surface – that’s where I lie. The me of feeling, the me of soul, the me of action – I sit, half a centimeter beneath the surface. I swell with heavy and tragic and despair, I swell with love…
by Fernando Rojas There are giants that walk across the desert Prickly pear gods. Names spelt in grains of sand Like water, they’ve returned to the place They always belonged. These giants had babies Bigass babies tattooed with anchors and compasses. One part kept grounded One part moving North. These babies knew better than most…
by Ryan Wilson cw: police brutality, murder, suicide, depression My tears look like Kids Bleeding out on asphalt and in playgrounds They are brightly colored skittles Falling from limp hands into a scattered red rose plucked as buds for having the audacity to grow through the cracks in the sidewalk They feel like bent spines…
by Ryan Wilson (Staff Writer) “Unnamed Poem” It’s hard to love the world When you’ve never loved yourself When you’ve been taught never to love yourself They wanted to contain our hearts So they planted us in small pots So our compassion may know boundaries And call those borders the world They told us to…
Alonzo Page is a senior in Jonathan Edwards College. He wrote a collection of poems, Other & Unruly, for his senior project as an English Major in the writing concentration. Contact him at alonzo.a.page@gmail.com. By Fire I want to be a little bit irrational with you. Let you know I don’t mind being residual, what’s left…