by Alex Zhang This is for the senior who will not have a college named after her: who feels the ghosts of slaveowner’s past yanking a rose stem out of her throat, who slit her tongue and watched the blood spill in October — how it flowed into the palms of a thousand newspapers, how…
by Elizabeth Spenst “Now since it is 6:10 in Brazil, most of my childhood friends would be here,” Daniel Lucas Alves da Silva tells me as we stare at a wall facing a street lined with trees on Google Maps Street View. People are getting off work and grabbing a coke to drink at the…
by Agnes Enkhtamir We linked eyes across a crowd of gyrating teens and music so loud your bones vibrated. I didn’t want to meet the love of my life at a mediocre house party in a suburb of Las Vegas, but his eyes made the dusty, dreamy scene stumble into focus. It was like a fairytale….
cw: sexual assault the writer of this poem wishes to remain anonymous. I swallowed my fear as he removed my shirt, Breathe in, Stay in the moment, I kept reminding myself that I was there, in my room, I was in control, It’s not the same, you chose this, no one is forcing you to…