Poetry: All My Friends
By: Mar Curran Part 1: You I know you don’t got friends like my friends, friends in the backseat of moving boxes holding your muscle mass close while we all […]
By: Mar Curran Part 1: You I know you don’t got friends like my friends, friends in the backseat of moving boxes holding your muscle mass close while we all […]
By: Jack Michaelson Dear Lord, Forgive this young woman, this friend of Dorothy, who stumbled in the red plastic heels she bought as she sauntered down the gold plated avenue […]
by: Elaine Body I was looking around a hair and beauty salon When I heard two girls talking to each other One of the girls working there asked the […]
by: Sarah Stringer I’ve never liked bell curves. The beauty of a scatterplot: sprinkled dots in art without design, is forced into a pattern of normally distributed slopes. We devote […]
By: Bader Media Listen up! Chicago’s best and brightest student poets grabbed the mic at the 2013 LOUDER THAN A BOMB Youth Poetry Festival to share their stories and speak […]
by: Jack Michealson cut off t-shirts. basketball shorts during pledge week, ironic jorts something about you makes my heart take flight is it the muscle milk, or the natty light? […]
by: Melanie Sue Tuck your knees into your chest And make your body smaller than my heart. Keep squeezing your shins in tighter As if to show me how you […]
by: Jack Michaelson I. Scripture says what has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Are we the […]
by: Lindsay Popper Is there a word for the congregations of fireflies just past dusk that fill the fields that line the only road to your house like fallen stars […]
by: Lindsay Popper Tell me the one where the student body president lets himself fall in love with the boy who goes to therapy twice a week to try and rub […]