Drunk Writer Series, Volume 1: The Key

Prompt: The apocalypse is about to happen, but the key to preventing it is somewhere in Tallahassee. You are the hero. What’s the key and can you stop the end of the world? The apocalypse of Tallahassee, Florida. I used to think this city looked like shit. Looks a whole lot better now. I emerge…

Poetry: I Tie My Shoes For The Olympics

By RODRIGO PAREDES / Staff Writer When I first glanced at you, breathed you, in seconds I was attracted to the entertaining thought of my Nikes marking their presence on your garnet-desert surface. I wasn’t ready for you. For a couple of weeks, I began prepping my engine, my vessel, with basic exercises – pushups,…

Poetry: Today Tastes Different

By COURTNEY ROSS / Contributing Writer   I eat microwave popcorn* later than I should because I’m thinking thoughts that I shouldn’t.* Anything could happen, but it so rarely does. Maybe if I stuff* so much in the other stuff will find a way out. If I choked* on this bite no one would ever…

Poetry: These Trees Are Spider’s Spines

By AMY MALAKOFF / Contributing Writer Drive east towards the sunrise and mountain range for I feel like I could grow into these trees, soak up the stories from their roots and wear their rings across my fingers; engulf me in the forest leaves and I will leave myself behind. With the sun’s light soaking…

Poetry: A Woman’s Place

I.  I am the fire, whose embers dare to rise and light the clouds above it, whose smoke wills the air to escape it’s clutches – you have never felt this heat before. Summer’s child, the fertile grasp of bees float in my wake. Winter shakes. Spread the seeds, petals’ colors quake against the trees. Sing bird sing, escape your cage, flutter…

Poetry: Emmett and Tamir

Emmett your mother didn’t get to see you past 12 Tamir your mother didn’t get to see you past 12   Emmett, they laid you out like a dish under a ditch Tamir, they laid you out like a dish on top of a ditch.   Emmett Tamir, they ripped back your scalp like a…

2016 Spring Print Edition

The PDF below is a digital copy of our previous print edition. It features some of our best writing from the Spring 2016 semester, with topics ranging from an analysis on American culture, college athletics, and even about the local All Saints area and why it needs to stay weird – all put together and…

The Die is Cast: Entry 3

… “Here now honey, take my hand” ————————————————————————– It has occurred to me that my diction may be misrepresenting the truth of my experience, and before I proceed I would like to clarify how the diction I utilize reflects my true perceptions. It is a curious thing to “feel” whilst dead. It’s a stagnant space,…

The Die is Cast: Entry 2

Mr. Epstein sat on a bench in Central Park for nearly an hour and a half before I had gained the courage to go nearer to him. His first name was Jack, passed down to him from the man whose life I had retrieved just moments before. It was an unusually dreary day, and as…