- Flashbulb Memory and the Things I Have to Remind Myself to ForgetSOFIA HINCAPIE-RODRIGO
1. It’s a hot one, even for the South—the kind of summer where we are sticky with sunscreen and smelling like a flurry of coconuts and careless adolescence….
- my brother gets his college admissions letterSARAH WU
On the day my brother gets his college admissions, he picks his envelope up ever so gently, drags a finger across the edge of the flap, and peels back the white like he would peel back the skin of a banana. …
- Pause and Break CAROLYN THOMAS
The winds howl outside, and the rain smacks the ground with a heavenly force. Although it is nighttime, the lightning strikes illuminate the sky—the clapping sound of thunder echoes outside. …
- Of Choosing a FavoriteDUSTIN COPELAND
The process of choosing a favorite of anything is fraught with contradiction. A “favorite” thing one moment is secondary the next, and even enduring preferences are (however momentarily) superseded by new obsessions every once in a while….
- It’s Quieter Than It Used To BeRACHEL HENDRICKSON
It’s quieter than it used to be. The scientists on the television are talking about how over the summer, everyone started noticing how loud the birds were. The crumpled man and overly-polished woman debated on whether or not it was the climate, lack of people, or just an increased noticing …
- For Mrs. Mauer, With GratitudeBRITTNEY NGUYEN
Dear Mrs. Mauer, It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen each other. The last time I ran into you was two years ago near the meat section at that new grocery store that opened near Costco, the one people were protesting outside of. You asked me how I was. I lied. …
- Sea of SorrowTIIA MCKINNEY
Sparkling dark blue waters violently crashed over my head, / They pinned me under their strong currents, forcefully grabbing me in a chokehold / I desperately inhaled, trying to taste the salty air on my tongue,…
- RuminationsZOE ALARCON
You would approach your mother’s bed / Afraid of an intruder / Now you approach it / Afraid of yourself / Hoping she can save you from eternal tinnitus / Drown it forever with a peaceful sonata …
- the breakfast date (break, fast!)SAM SPRATFORD
before i learned to swerve down / narrow city streets— / i fell / i fell in love with the existentialists’ sooty prose / peering into an opium abyss and seeing my reflection in obsidian and…
In autumn, I forget that I have knees, that I have legs, that I am embodied with the sour stench of sweat, the slime of sunscreen slathered on my back, and I pass into abstraction. I slink into my wool coat and feel impenetrable and smooth. Poreless and porcelain, like a China doll.
Λόγος σάρξ ἐγένετο, scan my pinking flesh,
dented divots from my inky pen, no
墨 to drink. Excuse me, I play with babbles,
singing your scribbles.