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Contributors
Stacey Ake
Ass’t. Professor of Philosophy
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Percy and Mrs. O’Neill”
Kevin Cooney
Adjunct Instructor, Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Thefted Epochs”
Valerie Fox
Auxiliary Faculty, Freshman Writing and Literature
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Lecture on Dreams”
“Well Met”
Alex Kudera
Adjunct Ass’t. Professor, Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Early Morning Train”
Lynn Levin
Adjunct Ass’t. Professor, Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“To an Exit Sign”
“To Hair”
Don Riggs
Auxiliary Faculty, Freshman Writing and Literature
Dept. of English and Philosophy
Multiple selections
Fred Siegel
Interim Director of the Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“The Ape Girl”
Scott Stein
Auxiliary Faculty, Freshmen Writing and Creative Writing
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Kangaroo Court”
Elizabeth Thorpe
Adjunct Ass’t. Professor, Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“Excerpt from Lydia’s Island”
Scott Warnock
Ass’t. Professor, Freshman Writing Program
Dept. of English and Philosophy
“There had been confrontations, trouble”
writingcentered@drexel.edu
Dept. of English and Philosophy
your steadying breath, crouching half-collected
like a thief before a statue. What secret had I kept
through slumberous silhouettes?—
lost to the lull of headlights now prowling on the wall.
When we first met, I picked your pockets.
Covetous, yielding to Capris. All was ferment
retrofitted, tentative as wind that flinches through the screen.
So how could it last as such?—its rituals
graven by gravity. Now night exacts
its disappearances, and even fervor
drops a stone, serener fruit.
Empiric whispers, hoarded hymns have draped the air
where we ourselves are vandals,
Rome’s decadent accessories.
Know that hope has other histories, and these
are fables on the horns of transformation,
entered at the corner of the eye.
If rooms can only be uprooted,
bodies blent as they incline,
let’s forge a fastness poised for forfeit—
transposing ruin into wine.
