Plain China

December 2016

In Fall, In Winter

Damian Johansson · University of Minnesota

At least twice a week I drive either to, or from Red Wing, Minnesota, from Lauderdale. This takes just over sixty minutes. I call this my Crying Commute.

Thaw

Sarah Maccabee · Oberlin College

Night spreads its net across the hours outside the window where he works, his figure cast in the lamp's halved yellow orb, bare midwinter images shored

Countdown

Eleanor Grabowski · Carleton College

T-10 minutes and counting She never used to think of herself as an adventurer, but those were different days and different realities. Maggie is right in the heart of it all—strapped right in and the rumbling’s about to begin. “Please be careful,” says a friendly male voice over the intercom. “You may find the experience mildly disconcerting. Trained personnel will be with you shortly to ensure that your seat belt is secure.”

I've Read that it's an Organ in the Walls of a Sternum Church and then I Met You

Danielle Quichocho · Ohio Northern University

I've talked to the freckle pressed into the pinky and sometimes the dimple on her ankle sings to me.

Sestina of the Missile JFK

Alice Ju · Harvard University

You skitter mad, Jack, misguided ballistic with a lazy left eye and your high-pitched whine of a fuselage dripping coolant immediately crystalline to leave your flicker-trail in the stratosphere.

Persephone

Matthew Maichen · Chapman University

We shall assume I'm the villain of this story. I usually am. I was, after all, motivated by personal desire over anything else. I saw you through the omniscient sight of the gods and lusted after you at once. Zeus came to my side when he sensed it, and gave me permission to have you.

All Lives Matter

Kwasi Yeboah · University of Iowa

My youngest sister is a 10 year old girl

No Children (An Ode to Public Transportation)

Corwynn Madrone · Humboldt State University

There's a prince of these streets who knows where he is and it isn't here His blue Mohawk crown and pale, skinny chest --bare beneath leather-- draw the attention of a little old woman who teaches him how to sow up the holes in his jeans.

In Fall, In Winter

Damian Johansson · University of Minnesota

At least twice a week I drive either to, or from Red Wing, Minnesota, from Lauderdale. This takes just over sixty minutes. I call this my Crying Commute.

Thaw

Sarah Maccabee · Oberlin College

Night spreads its net across the hours outside the window where he works, his figure cast in the lamp's halved yellow orb, bare midwinter images shored

Countdown

Eleanor Grabowski · Carleton College

T-10 minutes and counting She never used to think of herself as an adventurer, but those were different days and different realities. Maggie is right in the heart of it all—strapped right in and the rumbling’s about to begin. “Please be careful,” says a friendly male voice over the intercom. “You may find the experience mildly disconcerting. Trained personnel will be with you shortly to ensure that your seat belt is secure.”

I've Read that it's an Organ in the Walls of a Sternum Church and then I Met You

Danielle Quichocho · Ohio Northern University

I've talked to the freckle pressed into the pinky and sometimes the dimple on her ankle sings to me.

Sestina of the Missile JFK

Alice Ju · Harvard University

You skitter mad, Jack, misguided ballistic with a lazy left eye and your high-pitched whine of a fuselage dripping coolant immediately crystalline to leave your flicker-trail in the stratosphere.

Persephone

Matthew Maichen · Chapman University

We shall assume I'm the villain of this story. I usually am. I was, after all, motivated by personal desire over anything else. I saw you through the omniscient sight of the gods and lusted after you at once. Zeus came to my side when he sensed it, and gave me permission to have you.

All Lives Matter

Kwasi Yeboah · University of Iowa

My youngest sister is a 10 year old girl

No Children (An Ode to Public Transportation)

Corwynn Madrone · Humboldt State University

There's a prince of these streets who knows where he is and it isn't here His blue Mohawk crown and pale, skinny chest --bare beneath leather-- draw the attention of a little old woman who teaches him how to sow up the holes in his jeans.