Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Bones of an Incomplete Soul

It must be odd for my mother To have a white child to hold To see it grow up in a poisonous land With pockets of silver and gold To speak in the beautiful language The one that she holds so dear But it only blinks twice, and then blinks again Wishing it was able […]

Useful Dust

I kick around the dust pile that breathes through my stereo its indifference and grace nothing kept silent for a while. when there was nothing left to say we hid the breasts of chicken from our kin they didn’t bother to raise the tin lid little drops of honey like dew flew away all this […]

Sounds on 47th Street

There is a horrendous roar outside my window like that of a desperate train squeaking against the rail to come to a stop. To pick up the hopeless people for another day. The friction sparks, like the billboards yelling across the street with light, fragments, frames by the second. Squeak, roar, howl, There is endless […]


if the mountains call for me remind them of the time they turned their backs as I raced through the wind, knuckles white and vision glossed. toss their offer into the most shallow waters and  watch the droplets ricochet. if the mountains call for me, pick up on my behalf; please,  tell them that  I […]

fever dreams in hà nội

when you’re at the bottom of a well the minutest caress of sunlight can feel like a dangling hook itching for your lips slaking the thirst of loneli- ness with another sort of bondage.   i am in here spinning silences out of the nettles of mist as the blood slow-drips into the condensed milk […]

monkton road

I love you mint chocolate ice cream big.  always have, always will.    sometimes I think I miss your old house more than you do.   so many summers ago we ate brownies on your trampoline,                                              made my mouth tingle   made your garden blur sunshine smooth.    so many summers ago, we wore […]

makeshift salon

the cream soda bubbled up and spilled on my favorite red t shirt, soft and warm we sat laughing in the living room generations of furniture carelessly or generously left behind, scattered around the room. his legs perched on the stained futon, hers tucked tightly beneath her torso you’re taking in deep breaths and i’m […]

Dream I

In this dream I am dead again apparently  I stumbled into a sharp piece of art  and it killed me, I can’t help but laugh at my own gracelessness at least I’ve aroused the artist    And the economy the tickets to the show are now sold out thanks to my body and the homicidal […]

i don’t have any childhood trauma

fist fight from a separate youth baby teeth-pricked hands shallow even blood apple bright consequence.   grey sun-rusted lawn chair  pre-cancer family the moment a photograph might have been taken.   that same dream light now only comes from seven drinks and sour hands   the ambulance is on its way.

The Deep Dark Mushy Gushy Place

It’s not gonna happen. That’s what you said. It can’t happen. You said that too.   Your eyes said something different, though. It can’t, but I want it to. Things are too complicated right now.   Your eyes were reaching for me, but your words cut the rope. The truth was drowning in that blue, […]


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