This poem is based on the death of Agnes Sampson. She was one of the first people burned at the stake for witchcraft in early modern Scotland.
Category: Wednesday
On a Bench in the Metro
August 29, 2018Alex Van Geffen is a 25 year old graduate student who was born, raised and resides in New Orleans. This piece marks his return to creative writing after not doing very much of it since high school.
Red
August 22, 2018Joao Amos is a New Orleans Raised writer who evacuated to New York for Hurricane Katrina. There they discovered Slam poetry at the Urban Word Writing Workshop. Upon returning to New Orleans to graduate from Lusher Charter with a concentration in creative writing, Joao received the Scholastic Silver Medal.
No Daylight – 2
August 22, 2018Adam Albaari is a writer, originally hailing from Columbia, Maryland. He attended Loyola University New Orleans, graduating with a BA in English with a Writing Concentration. He resides in the Uptown area and has spent over five years writing both journalism and serial fiction for local publications.
No Daylight – 1
August 15, 2018*This is part 1 of a 5 part series. On the morning Zizek contacted me, I’d already noticed the strange emails in my inbox. He told me that […]
To Get Her
August 15, 2018Be Playful But not immature Exude strength But don’t overbear Show interest Nothing shallow though Bond for real Not for nuts Practice faith And lose fiction Don’t say love And […]
Empty Circles
August 8, 2018We perched atop an empty plinth With each other to lean against Lust between our lips Your voice sweet enough To reach the spot inside of me That […]
She Cannot Sleep: Between Fiction and Friction
August 8, 2018It’s nearly 2am and she cannot sleep because of a dull throbbing in her head. She can’t let her thoughts rest because they refuse to stop racing. She knows she […]
The Religious Liberty Task Force: A Rhymed Response
August 1, 2018You have no power here, Death has no dominion, And though as life, you appear, We see through the haze, your lies. You are truly a cage, And to those […]
February 1, 2068
August 1, 2018I wake up to familiar noises. Banging, metal crunching against metal. Men, yelling orders to each other frantically. The incessant beeping and metallic swerving of the cranes. My small room […]
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