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Featured Non-Fiction: A Sad Summer

by Lauren Bulfin

Saturday October 4, 2008

Featured Fiction: Ink

by Liz Wachtler '11

Tuesday April 8, 2008

Who told you those secrets, anyway? Did my body give them away? Was it the words I left on your retina? Was it the empty writings? I want to write on you, who cares. I will write on you without cease until the very end. I will keep you up at night with it, whether or not you ask that of me. I have all the time in the world and I would like to spend it on your retinas as an inked-in shadow of doubt.

Untitled

by Claudia Martinez

Tuesday January 22, 2008

In Absentia, A Letter

by Michelle Koufopoulos '10

Tuesday January 22, 2008

My father left when I was eight,
for a woman with no sons but the money
to keep on trying and a love for red
vermouth and plastic purses.

Featured flash fiction

by Kelsey Ford '11

Tuesday January 22, 2008

There are so many but still I can see his head above the rest and as he moves closer I can tell it’s him, too, because of the shirt he’s wearing and the book he’s clutching tightly in his left hand. It’s November, so the book is probably a Hemingway.

Featured Flash Fiction

by Hadley Franklin

Thursday November 29, 2007

Hadley Franklin writes this issue’s featured flash fiction.

Sky Pirates

by Catie Griffin

Thursday November 29, 2007

In this issue’s feature fiction, Catie Griffin explores the world of sky pirates.

Blind Date

by Kathryn Higgins

Thursday November 29, 2007

A poem by grad student, Kathryn Higgins.

The Attack of the Black Squirrels

by Catie Griffin

Thursday November 29, 2007

In Catie Griffin’s story, Melissa faces off with her arch-nemesis: a black squirrel.

Evolution

by Hadley Franklin

Thursday April 5, 2007

In bio class, I split open a rat’s skull
with three fingers of each hand
digging between the lateral slice of skin,
prying apart the cranial seam.
I wore gloves, but the latex
didn’t numb the bone splintering,
or the hopeful resistance of muscle,
or the damp pearl of brain.
I was man, a meaty toolbox
of love, opposable thumbs,
fist-tight line breaks, and shame.
I was man, I was a brutal
half-nelson, a mean right hook,
an intoxicated fuck in the honey dark
of your parents’ bed.

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