Written By Karen Li
They fill my shelves with color
The museum of decorated spines
Who dance, and laugh, and take me with them
As we, in page turns, meld minds
In the depths of their vivid realities,
On a path of who and where I’ve been
Wait Nicholas Benedict’s purple arrows,
And Coraline’s mother’s grin.
But perhaps by now these are outdated,
Crease-worn relics of a newly distant time,
Still from authors to covers to indexes,
There are yet creatures to these spines.
Written By Rosa Diaz
- Start by having a cool name. If you weren’t born with one, get a cool nickname or change your real name. You can’t kick ass and take names across the galaxy with an uncool name. Pick something like Jace or America or a nickname like Q or Duck. Yes, this is absolutely necessary.
- Next, have a childhood that is, at the very least, confusing. You don’t need to have a tragic backstory (although that is acceptable), you just need a childhood that leaves you with undirected longing and repressed emotions. Maybe you spend a long time grappling with your sexuality, or your parents want to force you into a job that you hate. Maybe you do both.
- Become least a little reckless. Sleep with men and women that you shouldn’t. Make a mess of your relationships. Get involved with something dangerous. It is important that you use this time to both make a mess of yourself and become cynical to set up your character arc later.
- Fall in love with someone. Perhaps you fall in love with the cutest girl you have ever seen – a sharpshooter in the space military. Maybe you even enlist for her. You find that they are willing to overlook your reckless past because your tech skills are exactly what they need to round out a new program.
- Break up. One day after training the girl will your hands in hers and say “Jace, this isn’t going to work.” You’ll still have to see her often, and you’ll still work on the same ship, but you won’t be together any longer.
- Try to impress someone else. Pick someone from a squadron from an allied planet. Use this as motivation to rise through the ranks, and in the process, become close friends with them.
- Develop a strong sense of morality. Find yourself a real reason to keep fighting and believe in it very strongly. Maybe you are fighting because you believe in the goals of the war. Maybe you just think that you can make a difference and end it.
- Become known for pulling heroic stunts in battle. Save the lives of other people. Take big risks and have them pay off. Become known not only on your ship, but throughout much of the galaxy for heroics.
- Be the one who makes the play that ends the war. Be responsible for the big make or break move in the strategy for the final battle and make it. Be celebrated for years to come.
- Finally kiss the boy you’ve been trying to impress for a year now. Since the war is now over, you two can spend time trying to build a lasting relationship.
From here, you have a lot of options. You can go live a quiet life with the person you love, find a small town, and settle down. You could keep trying to change the world, and find a group of people to make the world a better place with. You could stay in the military – they would let you – and try to make a difference in there. Hopefully you calm that longing you’ve had since adolescence.
Written by Ron Wolf
makes me unsure of going
to this warm, dark place
settle in my innermost
and split me in two
all around is doubt
no one knows from whence it comes
my life’s goal has been
to accrue sagacity
if I had a dime
ennui feeds upon
a dormant mind, makes its home
in the river depths
we all wish to be
we spread ourselves thin
if not for the joy, then to
piss off the rich folk
Written By LunaLali; inspired by the first line of Sappho 31
It rages within me, this hatred For
Every moment that I am left gasping, When
There is nothing but nonsense escaping my lips I
Drown in unanswered questions, in confusion, just Look
For a moment, the intentionally obfuscatory language directed At
My people, my brothers and sisters, our fathers and mothers, and You
Can’t spare a moment to clarify the danger that is coming, you don’t Even
Hesitate to take advantage. And now there is A
It’s coming, we are crossing the line, there will come a day when No
Justice will prevail, when there will only be nails, and teeth, and no Speaking
Nor Explaining nor attempting to reason will prevent what Is
Coming, What it all means. But for now, for now there is nothing Left.
Written by Greg Giovannini
They say he’s sixteen and still collects toys.
They say his Transformers sit in neat little rows arranged by height,
From Bumblebee to Optimus Prime.
They say he believes in aliens and robots.
They say he’s not a child of God;
Moreover, that he disproved God’s existence in his seventh-grade history class.
They say he can solve a Rubix Cube in four seconds.
They say he studied Euler and Fermat while learning to read,
And cracked Einstein’s tensors before ten.
They say he smiles funny, that he broke half his teeth from smiling so much.
They say he’s chipper all the time,
And his smile’s so big, people think he’s Mormon.
They say he’s genetically enhanced, a freak government-experiment.
They say he’s an alien himself,
Green Martian-skin hiding under that human disguise.
They say he’s sick, that his head is going to explode one day.
They say he surely won’t live to twenty.
They say it’s alright, he doesn’t have feelings anyway;
Which is all a shame, because I saw him on the playground yesterday,
Alone in the metal-barred tower, happy.