I am nine miles above you and falling fast once iron groans and peels away from me and strapped to this rock I am birthed too heavy there is no air up here and slammed, gut compressed to spine I could not breathe anyway but for a feather I would still be…
The Oldest College Literary Magazine in the Nation
From June, 2015
You Hothouse First (Poem)
“Special Order Tulips are the only bulbs available for shipping during the early fall months.”—tulipworld.com Tomorrow morning 1 man’s brain puts a million other men’s brains on hold. Tom is my dad’s name and will likely be my son’s, my protagonist’s, my god’s. Feminism works in the ways I say it will. No,…
A Talk with P.J. Sauerteig of Slow Dakota
Though PJ Sauerteig (CC ’15) just graduated a few weeks ago, he has already produced an impressive discography. Under the name Slow Dakota, Sauerteig has released three EPs, and has a fourth one ready to record. A signee of Fort Wayne based Massif Records— Sauerteig himself is a Fort Wayne native– Slow Dakota releases all of…