Let Us Get Information: Feeling the Bey, a New Type of Politics

Beyonce’s new song Formation, complete with a fabulously divisive music video, dropped this Saturday. And it didn’t just land — it ricocheted in a thousand glorious directions. If you’ve seen in, you know: Beyonce oozes confidence and glamour, as always; her hair, outfit, and dance moves are queen-like, as always. Formation is at once typical…

Republican & Democratic Debate Takeaways, Fall 2015

Very important and serious takeaways from the first Republican and Democratic debates, to keep you informed and happy: THE REPUBLICANS Marco Rubio seems like the “nice guy” boyfriend in a romantic comedy that throws a hissy fit when rejected by the leading lady. Jeb Bush looks kind of like he’d prefer a quiet life as…

On Eric Garner, Michael Brown, And Having Empathy For Black Experiences

On Eric Garner, Michael Brown, And Having Empathy For Black Experiences “I can’t breathe.” This is what black American and father of six, Eric Garner, can audibly be heard said on video after he’s wrestled to the ground in a chokehold by multiple police officers. After resisting arrest vocally in July of 2014, Garner had his…

Death in a Hotel Room

My skin doesn’t seem to be able to absorb hotel water. Hotel water hits the skin and resists it, slides down it, or becomes hard at the collision point and tumbles to the shower’s base. It melts into clorox white and porcelain, pooling around ruddy toes. Diamonds collect on the glass of the shower. They…

We Can’t Stop (Literary Pop #1)

To those who have filed noise complaints against us, we have no apologies to make for our behavior based on our rights as human beings, as young people, and as Americans. To put it simply, we behave how we want to behave and we say what we want to say. Who we kiss and the…

Roar (Literary Pop #2)

1. Up until recently, I was a masochist in the worst sense of the word. At night, when you were sleeping, I would bite down on my tongue and stop breathing until the stars flew in. The taste of iron and hemoglobin would fill my mouth like a river until I was forced to take…

Applause (Literary Pop #3)

1. Behind the curtains, a red glow would flood the stage. Through them, muffled voices, just loud enough to crawl beneath and under the taut skin of a performer. Anticipation cutting flesh as they open. Her body would levitate, a song would erupt from its belly: this a phoenix of a number, showering the crowd…