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Whitewash Revolution

Whitewash Revolution

August 25, 2011

By MATT PETRONZIO Literary Editor & Copy Editor Published: Aug. 25, 2011 The Bride of the Sea ha...

Anomaly

August 25, 2011

By LAURA CHANG News Editor Published: Aug. 25, 2011 You come and go in person and in my dreams. But every visit stirs up the heart beat... there goes the flutter below in the belly.   The feelings make me question how I should be, because you’re really not that special, you’re alright, and yet, I still fin...

no-poet man

August 25, 2011

By SALMA ELMEHDAWI Photo Co-Editor & Asst. Literary Editor Published: Aug. 25, 2011   When we handed our bodies back to each other: mine, unsure of its new weight, felt like a thank you note. Your hands signatured across my back, like a downpayment on my sorrow.   I should have known, prea...

Memories

August 3, 2011

By Brian Draughn Contributing Writer Published: May 04, 2011   Forgotten words and history my tormented past is news to me. Told to me b’tween metal bars Broken bones and stolen cars.   The world spins beneath my feet my past and I are forced to meet I circle the wagons, make defense My...

Adieu to Galway & Frank

August 3, 2011

By Rebecca Bates Academy of American Poets Prize Award Runner-Up Published: April 20, 2011 It is 7:48 in the Bronx and I am hoping Galway Kinnell can just live until December 9 at the 92nd Street Y where he will try to recite some poems from memory old man’s mind faltering      audience shifting      embarrassed. ...

Finishing

August 3, 2011

By Dominique Blanc Academy of American Poets Prize Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 This is a waterfall. It is bending for you, not falling. This water fall is melancholy in you, not a tumble. It is weeping your mother or someone equally unimportant while you’re moving boulders carefully over a pretty body no...

Thanksgiving

August 3, 2011

By Peter Jang Margaret Lamb /Writing to the right-hand Prize (Creative Non Fiction)Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 This sucks,” I say. My sister is sitting restlessly on the front steps of our house. There is a rustling of stranded leaves scampering down the road. It’s almost winter if it isn’t already, and it’s cold—wic...

Reserve

August 3, 2011

By Alex Maclean Ully Hirsch/Robert F. Nettleton Poetry Prize Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 We took our time on the trip The Indian Reserve has cheaper gas, so we filled up our tank there This small passage within the stretch Where the houses are shabbier and a small house for gambling peeks out behind...

Intruder

August 3, 2011

By LIZ BOWEN Ully Hirsch/Robert F. Nettleton Poetry Prize Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 No one screamed when it coiled around the radiator pipe, skinny and white like a protruding vein. No one stood on a chair.   It was 7 a.m. and you were about to drive us to school, your wicker hair gath...

Orchard Beach

August 3, 2011

By Melissa Castillo-Garsow Margaret Lamb /Writing to the right-hand Margin Prize (Fiction) Award Runner-Up Published: April 20, 2011 I always knew when summer was here because memorial day mami would pack us up with her car that we only really used to go to Orchard and drives us up past south Bronx, beyond Pellam parkway and the end...

A Feliz, Summer Navidad in Paraguay

August 3, 2011

By Jorge Rojas Margaret Lamb /Writing to the Right-Hand Margin Prize (Creative Non Fiction )Award Co-Winner Published: April 20, 2011 On Christmas day in 1995 I  sat with my cat, Michi, and my sister, Susana, watching what seemed to be more of a summer barbecue than a Christmas celebration. The sun was gleaming behind the sil...

Boa Noite

August 3, 2011

By Liz Bowen Margaret Lamb /Writing to the right-hand Margin Prize (Creative Non Fiction) Award Runner-Up Published: April 20, 2011 Joana was not the first drunk prostitute I met in Cacau, but she was certainly the most regal. When we were introduced, she clung lopsided onto social-worker-Leila’s soft arm, which unlike m...