Linguistics

Katy Costikyan, Member

February 4, 2015

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When I first learned to form words, my nimble fingers stitching syllables into threads of love and naivety, I was handed a loaded gun and told of the lifetime supply of ammunition that rolled around in my head.   My fingers brushed the trigger wi...

Public Survey

Whitney Xu

December 23, 2014

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Does your level of kindness correlate with the amount of people surrounding you? When did you start shutting the door to your bedroom? What makes you feel guiltier: doing something wrong or almost doing something good? Why...

Sonnet

Stephanie Deeb, Member

November 19, 2014

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Fearful earth, wherefore dost thou quake beneath my feet, Warning all of my approach? Now they scatter, In herds, as they screech, “Behold the fearsome beast! Run my brethren, else you fancy your bones shattered! Be...

Too

Too

October 24, 2014

Words

Katy Costikyan

May 2, 2013

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Winner of the 2013 Glyphs Poetry Contest When I first learned to form words, my nimble fingers stitching syllables into threads of love and naivety, I was handed a loaded gun and told of the lifetime supply of ammunition tha...

Where?

Teri Minogue

May 2, 2013

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Where the hell were the rest of you? Where the hell were the rest of Where the hell were the rest Where the hell were the Where the hell were Where the hell Where the Where? Where? Where the Where the hell Where the...

Display

Sarah Williams

May 2, 2013

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I feel like someone's taken a rock And shattered the glass case around you Which was keeping you perfect and unmarred In my sight So nothing could ruin you. But now those pieces of broken glass Are piercing you And the...

Spoken word

Lainie Rowland

May 2, 2013

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The crass irony that emerges From a mouth so masterfully placed On a person so very calculated That no word can go to waste. Gentle corners turn up at edges Not so gentle anymore Sharpened angles seem to seem At keener...

Fire

Audrey Rowland

May 2, 2013

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She tosses a log onto the dying fire, reviving it in a shower of sparks and recoils, afraid of what she fed. Flames lick greedily along the dry wood, threatening to devour it, the house, us, if it could. Its prison door is...

Frigid: A Prose Poem

Kyle Smith

May 2, 2013

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I don't think that I've ever before wished for something with so much of my being as I do now. I long for the dead of winter, when all is gray and the air is mingled with my visible breath. When the trees are on the brink of collapse,...

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