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…

Love and Death, You and Me

Love and Death, You and Me If I had died when I was 5 years old Would you have questioned While you were lonely on the playground Why I had chosen to play with angels over you?   If at 10 I had disappeared Would you have cried Thinking cooties had killed me When you…

Clever Metaphors

It’s the lights that I should probably be aching to remember for later, or maybe the starry night sky, or maybe the river’s matte shade of filth. The glowing string of blue lights hangs across the river between these two layers of nature, draped over three maybe nails, both ends dangling towards the ground. I…

Poetry by Lauren McDaniel

Swimming Mermaids Looking down at the waves Rise and rise and           fall and      fall Under the waves are sparkles Scales on fish tales catching the light As mermaids swim just below the surface Their hair is long and thick Twisty, curly, bouncy Their skin milky and smooth Wanting…

Heaven-Coated Hell

What do you think of me? Do you feel for me? Do you care?   I can never tell as you throw yourself in my arms but stare as though you don’t recognize. What’s my name?   I don’t know with you, but you hook my soul then throw it back into the pit you…

A Cry

  I watched as my friends struggled “discovering”     who they are as people, rather than creating     an identity in themselves, watched as they fought against the pressure     of success, successfully failing at     the balancing act of all forces demanding     their attention, watched them try so hard to be a singularity     they accepted their voice is…

Poetry Thursdays Vol. 3

This week, our featured poet is our very own Views Editor, Sam Levine. Sam began a poetry Instagram a few months ago, and has gained a substantial following. His poems are romantic and insightful. Sam is able to convey specific feelings and crucial life lessons in few words. Here are some of our favorites.  …

Poetry Thursday Vol. 2

Landfill Womb   Dead weight makes me a mother, and I carry it like a limb It will not be amputated because it is more of a living thing than I, though I coil beneath like a body with post-mortem spring.   My landfill womb believed the myth that there would be spring. It dredged…