Brush and Palette

I AM I AM I AM I AM

J.P.

May 16, 2018

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I am. Is there no totaler declaration? I am the very one who has myself - Who I am is shut in Who I am is sealed up In this self, myself - In my garden-chair, watching (Where there is no garden. The rug.) the street...

SAD DAY, DAYS

J.P., Student

May 14, 2018

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It was raining Where it seems no longer said. Yes, it’s raining - And only then do we seem sensitive enough To want for days without rain. Who then, wants for days with rain? Beating upon the roofs of common houses (Where...

NO MORE YOUS

J.P., Student

May 10, 2018

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No more Yous! I’m sick of them as I am with the street below. With the same face. The same! Always! . . . Pale-commiseration! Infernal-crossings of heart and foot! No more exclamations . . . No more descriptions - it’s...

THE HOMELESS WOMAN OF MY BLOCK

N.C., Student

May 10, 2018

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What was not an animal - The crooks of heads, the sound of no sound at all - The homeless woman of my block Was yelling. (From her lips like two pink whistles. From her nose like crab’s scuff.) Saudi Arabia to the...

Time in Montgomery

Blake V, Reporter

April 26, 2018

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You guys ever read Celine? I used to think that Voyage meant something, in the rural-counties - which reach over themselves - in miscellanea - trees, frame-houses, stuccoed one-stop-shops. I forgot the line where he says he hates...

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