By Alyssa Harmon the cool breeze asking so politely to see what’s under her dress the gust of angry wind who thinks he’s entitled to the skin underneath *** Alyssa Harmon Alyssa Harmon is a junior at the University of South...
By Emily Shearer, Poetry Editor, Minerva Rising Press “It was a changeling season,” writes Rita Banerjee in “Atlantis,” just one of the many wholly immersive and well-knit poems that form her newest collection, Echo in Four Beats, released last month...
By Ashley Gonzalez Light trickles through cracked walls, dancing with dim shadows over dusty floors. My eyes follow follow follow, Spirit hollow hollow hollow, cleared out years ago by cold hearted foes and rows with Self and Other. Lovers of mine...
By Sophia Kiang This has been a circularly beautiful night. We parked in the power plant and Jesus and Mary were waiting for us, so close. Switching gas stations, red light district leather, full of love for the ways that you lie. Soon I would be...
