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Two Poems by Isabelle Foster

This Little Slice of Life This little slice of lifewhere morning mango melts on the tipof your tongue so used to the tasteof sweet-sounding birds beckoningsunrise, paired with the saltyscreech of the...

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Education

Letter to the Editor by Stephen Nachmanovitch

Letter to the Editor from Stephen Nachmanovitch discussing improvisation: "All perception and action vibrate in a network of relationships."
Literary Arts

Two Poems by CL Bledsoe

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...
Poetry

The Fallen by David Allen Sullivan

Off trail where there was no trail, where your heart was an injured bird, where you buried your love for your first wife, and for her lover— whom...
Poetry

Two Poems by Aïcha Martine Thiam

hand holders you were eating strawberries and then all i could see was your mouth: to practice the killing of a friendship is to court...
Competition Finalists

Blood Mirror exhibit prompts debate on blood ban by Adena Maier

This article was selected as the winner of the 2016 DC Student Arts Journalism Challenge, an annual competition designed to identify and support talented young...
Literary Arts

Two Poems by L Lois

The Picture there was a manwaiting under the eavesat the bathhousewhen I walked byhis camera slung around his neckcounting on the silvery blueof the oceanand...
Poetry

Three Poems by Taylor Franson-Thiel

A Nuclear Family Manhattan in the summer,pretty to look at but sweltering up close.My uranium mother keeping all of us in checkin streets too small...
Poetry

Ads by Theo Luce

Ads “JOIN THE DMV! BUY OUR ORGANIC SALSA!” Burning on filthy subway walls Jerking back, muttering “it’s too bright,” Train coming, train coming A long silver bullet blasting through...
Poetry

The Burden of Southern History by W. Perry Epes

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...

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