Yale Daily News

Giggles germinate and grow like goose grass in between my synaptic gaps, neurons now a hunk of handicapped hash brown yap. Inside, I can’t think. […]

January 26, 2012

Her majesty the Windy City looms above the slabs of black and worn out brooms, whose bristles brush over the bric a brac strewn carelessly […]

January 26, 2012

She liked to scan her hands in the old machine and print out three copies of her left hand, three copies of her right. Usually […]

November 9, 2011

Dust from the Tuileries walks clings to my suede boots, but the small violet mark on my right breast has started to fade. I’ve watched […]

November 9, 2011

  Make a right on the road with the prisons. Once you’ve reached the biker bar with the chickens in the parking lot, turn left. […]

November 9, 2011

A ghostly dancer screams in agonized silence, for no one hears him. The multitude streams from street to street, sidewalk to sidewalk. When they do […]

September 12, 2011

Valentin, can you take your hands off your ears and see how the nice ladies are making you a swimming pool? Tired caretaker. Her charge […]

September 12, 2011

Hey Hannah (Mackenzie), remember me? We met on a Friday, around Irving, Playing kings. You said you wrote poetry. Between the blue lights down grove […]

September 12, 2011

A Poem by Steven Garza

April 13, 2011

Poem by Mari Oye

February 28, 2011

Poem by Mackenzie Rivers

February 28, 2011