Spring 2021
What Will Kill Me
Olivia Cyr
I. Alcohol
My father’s father bottled everything.
French Canadian and mean.
We don’t talk about it…
And Now The Rain Comes
Andrew M. Bowen
The summer baked the earth so that the grass
crunched when we walked upon it…
Two Crows on a Telephone Line
Tom Squitieri
We knew at once
How easy it could be
Coming from different directions…
Heart-Rooted: Lesson One in Chinese Characters
Changming Yuan
忘 /wang/: forgetting happens
When there’s death on heart
忍 /ren/:to tolerate is to bear a knife
Right above your heart…
Spring 2020
c o n s u m p t i o n
Audrey Chin '23
it is october
and the ridges on your skirt are higher than mine…
Such Ambiguous Weather
William Doreski
Thunder crumples the afternoon.
The estuary sighs a long…
Bohemian Heart
Bobbi Sinha-Morey
In the center of what
looked like a Brazilian
agate the eye of an owl
stared back at me when…
Smell Coast to Coast Roses
Gerard Sarnat ‘67
Walking new body on ‘Frisco’s Embarcadero, Pacifica Radio blasts radical paranoia in general…
A Typical Friday Night Dinner at the Dragon Canteen
Sarah Lao
a pot of fish soup slumps
over tablecloth, broth…
chronos and kairos and the middle path
Valentino Gonzalez ‘21
when is the right place
where to awake among which places…
You
Morgan Price '21
i used to think there were only two
options for people like me, we who…
A Candle
Juan Castillo '22
Of holding a candle,
Many are the ways,
Yet the flame would
Rather remain untamed…
Fall 2019
Almost
Laura Murphy ‘22
A moment before the sparrow rustles its feathers and scatters into the wind…
The Birds, The Birds, The Burglar Alarm
Cameron Jones '20
Do you hear them when they call cuck-oo to you…
A Garden to Keep
Issac Ortega '21
I hear from trees long dead- Which line the garden and form its barrier- Of the work I have been handed…
I usually sing when I drive
Esther Lawrence ‘22
I usually sing when I drive. After practice, my hair is wet and my senses sharp and I slip between…
Spring 2019
Differentiation
Aurora Sullivan ‘18
Carry me down the river to tell me it hasn’t always been this way…
in response to O’hara and the tough things
Anna Gibbs ‘19
The sun has slipped from the sky. It is sleeping…
Fall 2018
Ingenious White Boy of the Midwest
Salwa Tareen HDS '18
You come from what you came for: Bodies kissed the color of almonds. Full lips. Anchored shoulders...