The Observer

New York City Blues

July 9, 2011

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By Daria Tavana Contributing Writer Published: April 15, 2010 I am not sorry for writing that play, and I am not sorry for failing to leave you with any kind of dignity during its aftermath. But, here. Have this cigar. See it as a token of my eternal detention, where I am forced to remember that dirty letter; ...

Shine

July 5, 2011

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By Mary Mulroy Contributing Writer Published: April 1, 2010 A neon yellow light shines brightly Out through your garage. I’ve driven home from towns and bars, And think about Your fractured home. You’re packing bags And pulling strings And dusting off the ghosts of Sundays past And morning sex A...

Birdbrain

July 5, 2011

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By Nick Iorio Contributing Writer Published: March 4, 2010 I remember watching their truck as it crawled up the driveway. I jumped at an obnoxious honk, and for a moment it seemed like something was wrong. They caught me peering from the window and laughed. I was stopped on the stairs by mother in a dark sweater and a lo...

The Source

July 5, 2011

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By Megan Stillwell Literary Edtior Published: March 4, 2010 I think about her poems:   jewels of the eye,   pocket of the womb,   and I stuff my own with lucky things.   I remember about the pelvic nerves,   about the wolves and birds,   or else the dogs an...

Still Life With Blue Shirt

July 5, 2011

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By Daria Tavana Contributing Writer Published: March 4, 2010 For Tom   The Musician is between two women   holding Heidegger in his hands while   unsure of the snow.   His shirt is blue, but the lighting is bad   and I am about to write a poem.   Simplicity   is in the cigarette...

Untitled

July 5, 2011

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By Bianca Leggio Contributing Writer Published: March 4, 2010 Maybe what I should have been doing was flying bouncing around this old world spreading colors as fast as my fingers could carry them powders like curry and lapis, crushed Vermeer’s centrifugal force or eating sand and laughing my heart out til...

Brooklyn Dervish

June 28, 2011

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By Ian Christie Contributing Writer Published February 18, 2010   Around and around, inward revolutions Inward and around, still increasing speed To you and around, won’t you join her? Around and around, all through the night   This night: I saw a woman spinning on the street corner like...

Blood Shaped Hole

June 28, 2011

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By Stacey Mourkakos Contributing Writer Published February 18, 2010   He should have been wearing a sign around his neck A sign that read CAUTION: Exposure to me may cause your IQ to drop Below the threshold level of functional retardation. Especially for someone like me—a stupid girl whose better jud...

Wyrd Feelings for a Generation of SoftHands (From the Journal of John Henry Carpenter)

June 28, 2011

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By Salvatore Brown Contributing Writer Published February 18, 2010 I can hear the thunderous roar of the wind knocking together far off suspended beams of steel somewhere in this broken city. Their rhythm helps me concentrate as I think about the past. But I’ve got nothing to say. I could not stop what should not have ...

Pins

June 28, 2011

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By Nick Iorio Contributing Writer Published February 18, 2010 Laurie Stinson walked home in the night and rain without a man beside her. That man was Alex—a brainless chauvinist, but at least a friend. He called when she couldn’t handle anyone—even her brother—always wanting something from her. When she dove in...

Ocean

June 28, 2011

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By BIANCA LEGGIO Contributing Writer Published February 4, 2010 Freedom in the epochs of the sea once covering cliffs, Now covering me.  Clear, crisp freedom! sailing weightless I’m a seagull here, swooping. Refreshed, subdued, elated am I. freedom in the silt of history Washing all around me: dinosaur, fern, rock, bone. T...

Colors

June 28, 2011

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By JORGE ROJAS Contributing Writer Published February 4, 2010 They melt into the sewage that flows down the street into tunnels that pipeline past homes, at the bottom end of city skylines. Caged rats that have earned their wings to fly but choose to burrow underground until they reach an exit downtown, where they rise ...