A girl runs away from home, hoping to see her boyfriend. It’s the middle of the night. She gets in a car with a stranger. They share a beer and things get weird. She jumps […]
Holistic Pharmacy
At the boundary between East Harlem and Carnegie Hill, my class and I were challenged with creating a food pharmacy that could fuse the needs of two communities, while keeping in mind the imposing problems of gentrification in respect to novelty creation.
RIDER’S ROOM (Ep.1)
An aspiring African American writer sells an urban TV pilot to a studio and is forced to rewrite the show alongside a team of studio-appointed white writers.
If Blood Were Clear
How convenient for civilization would it be?
Ghost Light
Lonely bulb
Moonbeam beacon
Cascades
On the stage
Pitch black
elegy of a fruit fly
i befriended a fruit fly once,
with body black, and bending knees.
knowing secrets of the universe, hence
it told me how to live in peace.
My Type
my type lies about their music taste until it’s too late and we’re both pretending to like St. Vincent
Five Poems by Max Hamilton
o-scrape off in time n-watch th-word-raid brake
Inside Voices
I don’t know what to do about these ethical moral dilemmas. I don’t know how to decide if my anger should be placed deeper on the Black men I share skin with, or the white women I share gender with, or even the white gays I share queerness with. Or anyone in between with oppression commonalities.