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oedipus at the nightclub

i carve my eyes out on a platter, sclera frothing forth like champagne. the electric god dines out tonight, gold tooth gorged on strobes...

The World Cup Turns into a World of Controversy

By: Megan Pitt The World Cup is the culmination of countless professional soccer games. It is, according to FIFA, “the most prestigious...

Ash Christmas

After Michael Buble Snow falls at my feet, enough to fill that blue vase you kept in the corner of our home. I blow the flakes into dusk...

a silent prayer for californian winters

if april is the cruelest month, then december must be the harshest. the dead have since risen from lemongrass blades in my front yard the...

The Souls of Moldy Oranges

Now that winter has started, moldy oranges from the nearby orange tree rot outside my kitchen window. More and more fall upon the tarmac...

What a Shame

Artwork by Michelle Dong, staff artist By Enya Goonetilleke We spend our lives praying for the impossible. In our evasion of reality’s...

self-portrait as the two fridas

so now you seek to ask my heart a storm of caesura and footsteps. i tread into four rooms of valves; fate strings on a white parquet. on...

High Life in the Hyphen

When I write, I carry a lot of different influences. In Spanish literature, the sentences are long, and the ideas layer over one another...

Dead Bug

This time, you have no other choice but to fall on the floor, hug your knees to your collarbones, hold your breath close, and melt...