Fiction

Hide and Seek

Andrea Sielicki  —  Apr 15, 2013

 

As you stand away

From the maple trees and bushes of blackberry,

The trees and bushes of my home, beside

My mother, whose voice is tilting carnival

Rides and sugar of cotton candy, I am the cliff

That is mossed over, a rocky edge hiding beneath

Felt patches of green clouds

and you look for me as if I am a tree myself, obvious

Vagabond

Michelle Carmen Ki  —  Apr 8, 2013

 

I am a vagabond amongst my own,

A wanderer, lost within unavailing formalities,

Groping in the dark for anything, anyone.

Tip-toeing along the jagged line between

The ingrained American Dream of freedom

And the shackles of Kowloon.

 

Rogue Unknown

Viktor Kotrab  —  Apr 1, 2013
In the age of cunning, deceit, and trickery, we had everything before us: Light, Dark, wisdom, ignorance, shades of black and white--but most of all, we had Rogue Unknown.

The Dandelion

Noah Weitzman  —  Mar 26, 2013
The dandelion tore me apart
Like a French lion’s golden tooth

She bloomed right under my eyes
And faded just as smooth

Fondness dried out like yellow petals
Scalps dispersed the once token gray

Half-dancing down winter’s road
The fibers drift away






The Undisputed Lightweight Champion of the World

Thamyr Golafaie  —  Mar 12, 2013

It’s all fun and games until you wake up in your bed less than a week into the academic school year blanketed in dried vomit with no pants or underwear on. They told me that the drinking game Kings had ‘no losers’.

Foreigner

Clemence Bernard  —  Mar 5, 2013

She stood silently staring, her reflection both an enemy and an ally.
The world spun around her loud as the rage of thunder that strikes fear in the hearts of the weak.
Nothing would save her in a world annihilated by deceit.

Their voices converge into an indissoluble white noise that breaks through her shield

Foreigner

Mar 5, 2013

She stood silently staring, her reflection both an enemy and an ally.
The world spun around her loud as the rage of thunder that strikes fear in the hearts of the weak.
Nothing would save her in a world annihilated by deceit.

Their voices converge into an indissoluble white noise that breaks through her shield

Touring Beichuan

Miklos Mattyasovszky  —  Feb 26, 2013

We went to Beichuan because my sister wanted to remember her recently deceased lover, a professor of seismology twenty-three years her senior. She had left her husband, a man I liked, for him. Together she and the professor had apparently spent some of their happiest weeks together amongst the ruins of the ravaged city just after the earthquake struck.

Adventures of the Senses

Vrinda Jagota  —  Feb 11, 2013

Midnight Snacking

Last night I deconstructed a granola bar on my bed,

excavated chocolate chips into mountainpiles,

chewed off my nails like some monkey.

 

I hoped to find the shiny place

where dreams somersault into colors,

colors into ideas,

and ideas taste delicious.

 

Burner

A. I.  —  Jan 29, 2013

Mud planet moves through space;
A burning core resting beneath cool grass,
And a deep, churning, blue blotting
Ink runs across the sky,
Curving the piercing absence,
Washing through the darkness.
It burns in purples and greys.

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