Crack Cocaine Consider me crack cocaine. Because I am extremely addictive. You won’t be able to think of anything but me once you start your insatiable abuse. I will violently tear your eyes from anything of remote importance in your life and consume the hours of your days. I will steal the souls of you… Continue reading Poetry By Noah Towbin
Poetry by Anisha Saripalli, Photography by Steph Strickland For my dear friend, Carmen Schentrup - Voices, A pitter-patter of sound, A symphony of words heard before you’re seen. Enemies turn the other way When they hear the music. I run into your arms, my friend. I can hear your voice In a crowd. - February… Continue reading Voices
Poetry By Angie Chirino She stares blankly at the flashing screen, red eyes twitching with its light, jaw stuck open; sighs, heavy and tired, drop out onto her chest, dripping into the quiet room with blank walls the size of cupboards, silk-screen thin and yellowed under sticky tape residue and flickering lights. The phone beside… Continue reading Midterm All-Nighter: A Poem
