Archives for January 2014

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Bennington College: A Heterosexual Galapagos

Sarah Shahzad Shaikh '14

The location is ideally insulated, an island of illusory safety, whether intentionally or not, but how interesting it would be if it were done on purpose, an experiment conducted by someone that wanted to document shattered expectations and chart the trajectory of disillusionment.
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Micro Tyrannus

Parke Haskell '15

Oedipus should have had a hobby.
It couldn’t have hurt. Seashell collections,
glow-in-the-dark lanyard-building, prophecy appreciation. Read more

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At First She Don’t Succeed

Rachael Meyers '15

At First She Don’t Succeed

I. Try

That night, she 17. She ready. She into him. She love him. He milky white, skinny and gentle, the boy, he feel good. Oh, do the girl have it right, have it tight, have it rough. She feel white tonight. Milk on milk, and cute red pimples – they 17.
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Feet

Natalie Osborne '15

EXT.- MORNING- LAWN

FEET are lying under a tree, resting after a rather wild night of revelry.

Feet are a pair of feet, which are probably attached to some legs, which are attached to a body, which is attached to a head, which all together combine to make a person.

None of that is important.

What is important is that feet are waking up, and finding out that they have lost their shoes.
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Ilunga

Performance by Jordan Ezra '15
Photograph by Jake Riswold '16

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Their Home in Thompson, Canada

Colin Hinckley '14

The Webster’s have a mouse problem. They are not cognizant of their problem. If Howard Webster was not such a sound sleeper and his wife, Maureen, did not sleep with earplugs, they, perhaps, would move from Thompson, Canada and never look back. But they reside safely in their REM cycles, Read more

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Queasy

Isaac Dwyer '17

Stop making me dinner, I’m an ungrateful bastard.

You should know that I puked up your lentil
soup in the trash bin outside the dance studio.

It was mostly water and cracked peppercorn
anyways. My stomach’s weak, that’s why
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Stephen As Sergeant

Parke Haskell '15

Of all their many sons, you were called
Sergeant.  You were the first of your brothers
to grow a full head of brains.  They taught you
numbers so that each morning you could count them,
write down their names -- it took hours -- every day Read more

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Breadcrumbs

Andrew Plimpton '14

My grandfather used to leave me trails of breadcrumbs. He would leave the house holding a loaf of bread, dropping crumbs behind him. I would follow at a distance, eating the crumbs as they fell. These journeys took us all around my grandparents’ spacious property, which was separated from the beach by a deep thicket of thorn bushes and trees, wherein lay paths to the beach, an aging boathouse, docks, and other houses. Read more

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Reconfiguration of A$AP Rocky’s Trilla

Hannah Lipper '15

He is draped out or
dripped up, or
cough syrup with twist cap or
down-low like bisexual or
rap video vixen. Or
maybe he is Cartier or
feels falsifiable or
waiting for moon to phase him like lean.

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roadtrip

Katie Foster '15

our hands touch three times in omaha
540 miles of mid-west road
i drive the space between us

to meet again, to eat falafel
to navigate beyond the end of things
we touch three times in omaha
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john henry

Kathryn Henderson '15

I gingham
skirt too light
for february
tights
torn I
cry under
Manhattan
above me rains Read more

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Mighty Taco

Kathryn Henderson '15

Miserable summer, miserly fast food joint.
Slapping tortillas down for you, fingerlicking mass
of flesh and thirst, you, baseball boy, crass
crooked teeth leaking guacamole, point
at the menu: “I want that”. Kid pig, oink, Read more

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Prelude: RhymeRhythm

Graham Pirtle '14

I.

Was I collected
Like the soft rhythms of your daily sweat.
In rhymes of work and rest, made constant.
Like the hymnal or forgiven.
Or did I emerge like darkness from the fire’s dying
Born like lines bare intersects
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Dear Little Bat Bird

Anna Eckert-Kramer '15

Dear little bat bird,
head crushed in.

I'm sorry for my stiletto.

I would hate to hurt
a defenseless being.

You must have deserved it.
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Fat Fuck

Graham Pirtle '14

Fat Fuck,

Why do you
Mythologize your friends?
Make adventures out of farting?

You swallow time like useless air,
Swell pipes to clogging wrecks
With your ejaculate.

No, no: it can’t be beautiful,
This wanting to make things so.

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Elegy for This-Guy

Graham Pirtle '14

This Guy-
He wants to be uncontainable.
He doesn’t know the first thing
About being uncontainable.
This Guy.

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A Reason For

Jeremy Geragotelis '16

Our Vanity (or Why I Can’t Stop Visiting Your Facebook Page)

Someday.
I will open up an exclusive
club
In NEW YORK CITY.
And you won’t be invited
- to its opening -
.
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