Poetry
It comes in waves
Poem by Andrea Valadez
At first it’s the kind of wave that looks inviting and make you want to walk in slowly just to feel...
Poetry
The Childhood I Am From
Poem submitted by Gloria Salcido
I am from Wood-panel walls A Bible and notebook left open on the couch Men’s dress shoes and boys’ sneakers strewn about the living room A...
Creative Works
You Know I Hate the Sun
Poem by Parker Jones / In the Ords
You Know I Hate the Sun,
but I’d walk with you in the heat of summer,
with the smell...
Poetry
Finals Week Speech
It's the final countdown,
final call
Final soft thud of my head against the wall
Full throttled abstention
Just one week to go
I'm google over-drive
And it's starting to...
Poetry
I May Never Read Again
This morning I sat down for my regimented skim.
Today, The New Yorker, December 7th issue, The Talk of the Town.
How I’d landed on this...