Peter Brown, Hattie in the Yellow Room “My life is quiet. I have no desire to see people, and I feel as though I am waiting for something new and strange which will burn the unburnt side of my soul.” Kahlil Gabran and Mary Haskell Hattie and the Sun She sits legs crossed, sheets rumpled…
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I get up early to shower. The bathroom is cramped, the mirror positioned so as to be unavoidable. I encounter my body, Awkwardly, Like an old friend I should have texted back. “It’s good to see you,” I say, and smile thinly. We look at each other, Strangely. She’s changed, I think— Maybe—I don’t know. …
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Francesco Hayez, The Kiss Stolen moments of segregated silence meet these lovers in a breath of peace. Savoring the halo of light, the man and woman embrace. For a moment, their revolution romance is the center of their world. Stars, moon, and sun align to watch these lovers kiss, as if it is their last…
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Kiyoko Reidy is an MFA candidate in poetry at Vanderbilt and the former editor in chief of The Nashville Review. If you were to write a short biography of yourself, what would it say? I am from Knoxville, Tennessee originally. Then I went to school at UW Madison , where I majored in engineering. (*Laughs*)…
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by Alexa White, class of 2023
by Michael Bruebach, Poetry Staff I If you are early to rise, youmay witness the peak of small crested smile with daybreak;pillows frame her outline like clouds to the light You may be lucky enough to see reruns of sweet dreamsThrough groggy eyes rich with sleepAnd something maybe more peaceful. If you are early to…
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by Alexander Mills, Class of 2023 My grandfather once took me to see Elia Kazan’s A Street Car Named Desire He was a Hercules in stature and a Hollywood stunt-man in profession It was at the local Birmingham cinema We sat four rows from the back and he devastated two large boxes of milk dudsin under forty seconds …
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