Limericks: A Trial Run

Written By LunaLali

I once hit my head on a brick
And unfortunately I found that it sticked
I had to walk all day
With my head all a-sway
And now my neck has a bad crick

A leprechaun guards his gold
Like a troll calls for a toll
A fairy flies
A unicorn rides
But a fairy tale can never be sold

I used to have a house in New York
My school made us eat with a spork
But Bloomberg went away
Blasio came to stay
And now schools feed ya with more classwork

I used to tutor this one kid
And I wanna say his name was Sid
Not from Toy Story
He was so gory
I wanna say he lived in Madrid?

Complete Fiction, Vol II

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But perhaps by now these are outdated,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.

How to become the Bisexual Space Hero of your Dreams

Written By Rosa Diaz

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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 Alliah Pe Benito

“As an arrow goes whizzing by your face, you dive to the ground and hear what seems like a toddler laughing.”

I don’t turn around. Baby laughter out of nowhere, right after a mysterious attempted murder? Nope. Nope. NOPE. I’d like to live past college, thank you very much. But just as I’m struggling to my feet, gearing up to fucking book it out of the suddenly silent park, another arrow cuts through the air right where my face was a second before.

“Well, you’re a piece of work, huh?” says an almost hilariously high-pitched voice. Don’t look, I think aggressively to myself. But alas, I’m kind of an idiot, so I glance over my shoulder and almost trip over my own feet. My brain short-circuits or something and the words seem to spill out of my mouth before I can even register them.

“What the fuck are you?” I whisper-yell at the glittery, grumpy-faced winged creature, who’s making a valiant attempt at being intimidating by crossing their arms and squinting really, really hard in my general direction. I think.

Excuse me?” the creature squeaks at me, offended. Their wings flutter double-time. “Are you as dense as you are lonely? Don’t you see my badge? The wings? The literal, heart-tipped arrows you keep dodging like all the men in your life?”

The creature, as ineffective as they were in inspiring terror, was still holding a glittery gold bow and a quiver that had at least a handful of gaudy heart-shaped arrows left, needle-point sharp. I hate needles. The rational part of my brain blares at me, “Get the fuck out of here?!”

…I really didn’t want to go to Expos though. After a brief moment of struggling with my sense of obligation and scholarly pursuit of knowledge, the dumbass part of my brain wins, so I shuffle a little closer. The creature looks vaguely child-shaped from a few feet away, and they were indeed sporting a sash with a very shiny badge, boasting the title EX CUPID in blood-red.

“Ah,” I say, “Well, looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, huh kiddo…”

That…was probably not the right thing to say, considering the creature–Cupid–flushed bright Rutgers red. Oops?

A Collection of Haiku

Written by Ron Wolf

implicit embrace
makes me unsure of going
to this warm, dark place

peregrine feelings
settle in my innermost
and split me in two

all around is doubt
no one knows from whence it comes
effervescent lies

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
multihyphenate beings
we spread ourselves thin

do miscegenate;
if not for the joy, then to
piss off the rich folk

No Speaking No Explaining

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.