What Rough Beast
This poem takes a golden shovel poetic form, inspired by W.B. Yeats’s 1919 poem, “The Second Coming”. Reading the last word of each line will reveal Yeats’s original poem
Coby McKeown
Solidarity and Radical World-Building: An Encampment Reflection from Students Across the Nation
I talked with six different students from around the country––from Los Angeles to New Orleans to New Haven––to gather their insights and perspectives on how the Palestinian solidarity encampments have affected them, with the hope of painting a broad, yet still very incomplete, picture of the general trends, patterns, and conclusions that can be taken away from this specific and powerful moment in American history.
Eulogy of Aaron Bushnell
Free on the sun’s surface, the tyranny of one-oh-nines glisten in their tears. Free as flesh ripped from children’s cheeks. I prefer to die with head high… than to live in humility and renounce the principles which are sacred to…
Eulogy of Peter Thiel
Pulped like a fleshlight. Nothing even. Honestly. Put me in the right lighting. My skin looks like Jacob Elordi. What can you do. My fingers. Like hell. Blacked out in 2023. Now we’re here. Like hell. I fly around the…
Took a loan from the IMF and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
Uh. The sky is heavy and crunches everything into me. I am the image of the ideal American-boy. I wear a “Bush did 9/11” trucker hat everywhere I go. My tongue is made of a strip of the gadsden flag.…