“Bathing in India,” by Jemma Jacks
May 5, 2016
Bathing in India Before I was a citizen of this country, I was a citizen of the bucket. Staring at the water right under my nose. I don’t believe I can fit. Lifting me up, my mom tells me it is the ...
“In My Own Underwater World,” by Frida Santos
May 2, 2016
In My Own Underwater World Sometimes I feel like a fish in a tank in the jungle – out of place, silent while everyone is roaring, squawking respected in their hidden languages and I just sit there...
WITS Voices: She Fills With Ink
April 26, 2016
By Matt Gano, WITS Writer-in-Residence when the poems with long lines salted raw on page make you aware of your meat, mark them with an asterisk, for the sky she fills with ink Over the past year, fel...
“Burning,” by WITS Student Gray Liteky
March 23, 2016
Burning When you tease me, I feel like I’m burning, and you lock the oven with words like, “I hate you.” As I burn, I try to put out the flames with tears, but you just laugh. Someti...
“Months Later,” by WITS Student Quinn Cook
February 16, 2016
Months Later Let me tell you about the day my tongue broke down. It melted into fine dust, iridescent particles of lies and rabbit-quick explanations I tried to get underneath where you used to be, bu...