Icarus is plowing into frothing waves, But the Ploughman is lost somewhere in his own thoughts.

Poetry :: by Clayton Fordahl on 10.24.10 » Full Story

America, it's time to ask yourself one question: what can your food do for you? Hi, my name is John Rosner, president of SuperFood Inc., and I'm here to tell you about an amazing new energy bar, Super Alfa-ImmunoBoost Plus XTREME!!!™. If you're looking for an easy way to lose weight, feel great, and attract women clad primarily in bikinis, pay close attention!

Humor :: by Jaya Wen on 10.14.10 » Full Story

It was a really prophetically beautiful April day when Dave and I decided to take his car up to Aberdeen and just fuck around — it was a Monday, but we figured, what the hell, right? Because we were prolly fighting the great establishmentarian machine in the sky somehow by kicking around dusty lots in a logging town in Washington.

Fiction :: by Aleksander Huzar on 09.30.10 » Full Story

The Leaves, they have no eyes,
They rustle violently in the dark.
They know of no company,
only of the thorny branch that binds each one of them down.

Poetry :: by Virginia Pryce on 08.03.10 » Full Story

Prior to the United States' entrance into our present engagement in Iraq, William Kristol wryly observed that leaders of countries in no position to complain about the United States had joined in denouncing some airy concept they called "hegemonism." "They meant this as a complaint about the United States," Kristol wrote. "It should be taken as a compliment and a guide to action."

Culture :: by Dexter Malus on 07.26.10 » Full Story

To the Eminent Board of Trustees of the East Pekkingston Library: It has recently been brought to my attention that the Board of Trustees is deliberating the renaming of East Pekkingston Library. Indeed, this news causes me great elation as the matter has long been in my thoughts and prayers. In this address, I endeavor to simplify your task of selecting a more suitable name by highlighting some germane details that may have, remarkably, escaped your notice. As a pithy preamble, let me state that there is simply no choice as undeniably apposite as re-naming this fine institution after me.

Humor :: by Rhoda Feng on 07.15.10 » Full Story

I am, in every sense of the word, Christian. I own "The Collected Works of C.S. Lewis", St. Augustine's "Confessions", and three different translations of The Holy Bible. Thirteen years of my life were spent in a predominantly southern Baptist private school where I learned the evils of liberalism, drinking, and R-rated movies (not to mention PG-13 movies if they contained "sexual content"). I pray, attend church, and cringe when I see Pat Robertson in the news.

Culture :: by Joshua Wright on 06.28.10 » Full Story

I was young, but I had my certainties. Every Saturday morning, Cherry Pop Rocks crackled and bounced between the gaps of my disorganized fourth-grade mouth as I begrudgingly accompanied my Mother on her weekly errands. I knew that someday, these errands would lead to an emotionally crippling event.

Experience :: by Jon Weissberg on 06.16.10 » Full Story

In no uniqueness to this given time, our society is filled with debate and contention, and I believe that is a positive trait. Varying ideas and competing opinions are factors that compel the espirit de corps of the American Way, that competitive spirit that has driven our country, generation after generation.

Culture :: by Chadwick McCune on 06.01.10 » Full Story

Our age encounters a number of people particularly prone to habits, or perhaps, more befittingly, vices and automatized perseverations. Every man bears some foible or another that ostensibly derogates from his purported abilities or intelligence.

Humor :: by Joshua Curtiss on 05.11.10 » Full Story

Veracity of light dimmed by the ruby glow inside, a bright effort hindered by darkened glass so...

Poetry :: by Stephanie Newman on 05.03.10 » Full Story

The moisture is everywhere. I smell it first, then feel the damp air on my face. Gravel crunches under my every step. "Look over there!" My brother and I looked to where our Dad has pointed. Fifteen spider monkeys are screeching at each other while tossing huge, brown, dried-out pods around the bean tree ten feet outside the hotel.

Experiences :: by J. Taylor Garner on 04.15.10 » Full Story

Growing up in my household, there would only be two ways one could go about obtaining food: ask my mother for something, or ask my mother for something. My father would not be able to cook even the simplest of meals, and the rest of my family, which consisted of girls – five of them to be exact – would, unfortunately, not fare much better.

Experiences :: by Anthony Nwokedi on 03.22.10 » Full Story

What a stranger. He snakes, cave dark. Across the canvas. There's darkness below his helm.

Poetry :: by Farazz Saiduzzaman on 03.25.10 » Full Story

As our generation gets older and more of us apply to university each year, an underlying theme has taken hold: a growing number of us seem to share the same instinctual desire to make a name for ourselves. And what better way to do that than through entrepreneurship? Just take a look at Mark Zuckerberg's ultra-successful Facebook – a project he gave up a Harvard education for.

Culture :: by Chase Womack on 03.09.10 » Full Story