by: Sara Domm | Published: Spring 2012 Falling is easier than getting up, so they say. But for me it’s the letting go. The unclutching of each finger not knowing if someone will catch me
Latest News
YOUR SAVIOR FOLLOWS
by: Chris Suda | Published: Spring 2012 Handheld glaciers descend through the conditioned air, finally to rest on the floor of a drinking glass. Their spirits are upturned by addicted wrists now standing atop shivers of ice. My hand wraps along the walls of glass, lifting it lightly against the remains of my now laid [...]
OLD SLAVERY
by: Tyler Dennis | Published: Spring 2012 On a fifteen at work My mind had a race with my pen— Guess which one won? Old Slavery runs rampant at the Summit. They’ll wrap your coffin in a bow made from receipt paper. Burn all your customer service surveys Absolving you from sin. They’ll send your [...]
LIVE WHEN CAUGHT
by: Morgan Pratt | Published: Spring 2012 I found you standing by a river you admired how the cliff-side stood firm against the violent strokes of water you told me the erosion seemed romantic I listened to you speak for hours I watched you watch the river and I realized how to catch you live [...]
SHADOW
by: Juanita Wooley | Published: Spring 2012 He touches his lips to my forehead. So tender, so distant He is just a faceless voice now I love you, I say I can feel him S l i p p i n g From my fingers He shakes his head Not me Thinking of stolen kisses [...]
WE ARE
by: Ashley Cook | Published: Spring 2012 We are victims of bigotry, poverty; Still segregated, yet related to a race that despises me. Penalizing me, when they look at me; ask them what they see In my future; another illegitimate pregnancy? Devastating crime rates in our community, Committed by my brothers; they don’t care about [...]
DRINK A LOT AND DREAM
by: Robert Conditt | Published: Spring 2012 When I drink, I see the strings of mankind being pulled from behind a veil of social ink. Occupy Wall Street? I have a bar seat. We all scheme, but I’m not on T.V. I just drink a lot and dream. The man next to me worked at [...]
SEVEN ELEVEN, ELEVEN, ELEVEN
by: George Abdalla Sawaya Jr | Published: Spring 2012 She’s Joan of Arc, though she doesn’t know it. Each morning she runs a plastic comb through her hair, stares into the mirror and sharpens her militant eyes on the white-stone nape of her neck and wishes she was something more. Joan runs the register at [...]
MARTHA AND JULIE
by: Emily Cutler | Published: Spring 2012 Last week Martha and I went on a road trip. It was just to the Crispy Crème only ten minutes away from our high school, but we haven’t been able to drive for long so to us any time spent in the car is a road trip. We [...]
THE WEDDING
by: Mollie Hawkins | Published: Spring 2012 The wedding has been cancelled. I am eight. I’m standing at the bottom of the awkward red carpet stars in the church foyer as florists carry ferns and plastic platforms past me and through the front doors, back to the dusty belly of the Pell City Florist van. [...]
Follow @Aura_UAB on Twitter
Subscribe
Subscribe to our e-mail newsletter to receive updates.
