Abbas Mohamed “Know Your Privilege”

Know your privilege: I am privileged to hear ice clinking in my lemonade while a palestinian boy dies asking his mother why they won’t let water in through the apartheid wall. His story: not important enough for a press release, his name: irrelevant, his life: collateral damage in a war that profits the occupier’s pocket…

Julianna Rossano “Operatics”

As a little girl, music swelled within me. I never escaped the beat pounding through my heart, or the lyrics weaving themselves around my head, pulling tight like a boa constrictor. I would tap my fingers to the silent beat – on a desk, window, any flat surface. And singing was the only reprise I…

Anthony Pizzo “No Title”

all I see is kids dying in the streets all I see is kids caught in the industry all I see is social skills dwindling all I see is kids not listening all I see is people who think they’re free when actually their minds been tamed ever since the age of three do you…

Marrin Fauerbach “Polish boys, Polish girls”

I don’t think I’ve gotten out of bed today Not really gotten out of bed. I had such big plans for today, Do my laundry Go to the library to get work done Clean my room. These are big plans for me. And I couldn’t even do that. I walked to the dining hall To…

Tyriq Gay “TABOO LOVE”

Amani Hisia Swahili for hidden love Hidden love English for lust A feeling of desire and greed Which just manifests itself into anger, jealousy, and pain The Theory that Splenda is just as real  as natural honey Honey Sweet, savory golden delight A product from those who work hard Created with passion Created from two,…

Justin Hockaday “Summer: 1993”

The ambiance that beat down on the pavement Was children playing. Sweat. Swooning jezebels, Swayed gazes, Liquor spilt for daily libations. Notions of love and stoned thoughts. Wilted Naismith in the sun. Shaded park benches. Carnival evening attractions, Himalayan emotions from her full lips.    Cool breeze, Ice cream in the moonlight. Enthused by a…

Shannon McIntyre “Q”

Here’s to the letter, that takes an O and gives it character; an O smoking, quarreling with P for being so pretentious.   An O with a low ponytail, who drinks tea out of quaint little teacups painted with flowers.   An O sticking it’s tongue out, to mock the letter R. “How rude!” the…