Category: Fall 2012


Vehicle Poetry Slam Fall 2012

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Muebles Pasados de Moda by Daniel Mahoney

Artist: Muebles Pasados de Moda Album: Silence: More Profound Than Pure Silence Label: Akon    The first few notes of Silence: More Profound Than Pure Silence feel like a blurry  soundtrack of 1974, like some holiday couple on Continue Reading

Smile by Rayyan Al-Shawaf

 PART I: THE ORIGINS OF FEMININE BEAUTY   A long time ago, in God’s celestial kingdom, the big man Himself summoned His angels together and commanded them to pay Him obeisance. All but one obeyed. The angel who refused to Continue Reading

Two Poems by Michael Dickel

F I D D L E M U S I C We come to hear him play, eventually, this fiddle madman, his dervish tunes drive us to frenzy with the images of long forgotten friends and car crashes. Continue Reading

Two Poems by Karen Neuberg

About Face! : A Confederacy of Clichés Got bones to pick? Something yanking your chain? Coast to coast, the clock is ticking and what goes up, must come down –

The Gate Keepers of Kosovo by Frank Scozzari

  “This is Radio Free Kosovo – Your voice of democracy throughout the Balkans. We come to all of thee, from our soul to your soul, for the soul of Kosovo.”   Lieutenant Krisman stared at the small Continue Reading

The Face Sculptor by Timothy Kercher

Around her neck is a two-leveled cage, and in each she keeps a spare face. They bounce like popcorn when she walks or bends down. This doesn’t bother her in the least. To cage oneself in

Zion by Rachel Cochran

Approaching the theme park, between sun-sizzled asphalt and heat-warped sky, the first thing Hemadri noticed were the strippers. They stood out, burlesque and painted, twelve or so of them. Parts of their skin were exposed to the streaming Continue Reading

Two Poems by Malea Grubb

Courtly Love   This bouquet of broken twigs leaves   your hands and mine splintered in our

Four Poems by Elizabeth Marlow

Political Science Beakers and burners and she was a squirrel in a past life, she is rumored to have thought…