Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large man looks down, pleading with a small woman...
Eulogyafter a song by Tool
If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...
Brood Covid
We have been underground
For what feels like forever
Sucking on our cell phones
As if they were tree roots.
Now the time has come
To put aside...
As if England and Nature were the same,
At Williamsburg we imitate by culling
Tricorn and lace—it’s Restoration Game!
And out we strut, colonialling,
Having to mincestep Revolution...
"Our popular culture, and even our art, is increasingly spoon-feed to us...The upsetting of expectation is too often obvious, creating too immediately its own expectations.."
This article is the winner of the 2024 DC College Student Arts Journalism Competition. Learn more about the 2024 competition on our website here.
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