I am 

Rylee Delaney  They, myself  not excluded, thought:  but surely I am     None,   not one  are the “other”     The hurricanes, the  earthquakes, several feet  from the other     All lusting,  a storming desire to  be the “other”     Together, a collective  petrified, shy, shying  from the other     Knowing, it’s possible,  impossible, to  beContinue reading “I am “

The Riverwalk 

Sohini Mukherjee  As the sun set by the Susquehanna riverwalk,   the sky took a shade of orange, lively   yet soul-soothing. The hills, newly clad   in emerald, ripple like the sun rays   on my caramel skin, whistling as I walk.   The river’s wind pushes into my brown hair, sends me  into a labyrinth of my fondestContinue reading “The Riverwalk “

Who’s The Bastard Now?  

Caleb Hipple  1. A Hippie Fucks My Mom, 2000  “Tune in, Turn on and Drop out” (his favorite quote on Facebook)  Robbie, my absent creator, holds a breath—   he imagines instead her lover’s puffed chest, quakes   knowingly, blows on plump dandelions, unsheathes   in her stretching garden. Hidden, a snake   slides fromContinue reading “Who’s The Bastard Now?  “

The Last Spin Cycle 

Hannah Lee Defrates  Synopsis:   Imprisoned and disgraced from their surreal society of plague doctors, Meadowlark and Caraway seek escapism to escape the inescapable, even if for just one moment.   Characters:   Meadowlark- disgraced plague doctor; not as tough as they appear   Caraway- disgraced plague doctor; not exactly timid, but not tough; has a lot of abandonedContinue reading “The Last Spin Cycle “

Crumbling Walnuts  

Aiden Brown  I hadn’t told anyone except my parents that I was doing this. I went all the way to Miami from Maryland to have a masculoplasty (a fancy word for double mastectomy) with Dr. Gallagher. The rest of my family didn’t know I identified as transgender or went by Aiden. Confessing to murder would’veContinue reading “Crumbling Walnuts  “

Beer Goggle Love 

Serenity Walker  Spiked with caramelized  tipped hair, the lead singer  sat at cherry countertops.  The jukebox sputtered,  sharp overtones rising  like a Sunday-school church choir.  I slid on the stool beside him.  A bead of sugar stained  the rim of his drink. Caked rock’n’roll red,   my head thudded against my palm.  “Would ya order meContinue reading “Beer Goggle Love “

Voyage Inédit  (Unedited Voyage)  

Shruti Bhunjun  Rame, Rame, Rame  Le regard guère au ciel  Voler toujours pas notre destinée  Mon Soldat dans le froid  A nous le pouvoir, les bourgeois.  La terre, une amie très chère  Protégée de ta fierté,   Détruite de tes colères,  Ah, l’aventure guidée par ta voix.   Découvertes…enfin!  Voleurs des grains,  Chasseurs des indiens, Y a-t-il du vin?   Pouvoir maudit à jamais,  Le malheur arrivera,  Protège lesContinue reading “Voyage Inédit  (Unedited Voyage)  “