“Confession of the Ugly Girl” from Cynthia Reeves

A story by alumna Cynthia Reeves (fiction, ’06) appears at Waxwing:

We were the ugly girls. You know the ones, our hair hanging limp in oily strands pulled tight with red rubber bands. Glasses slipping, perpetually slipping past the deep red gouges, like third eyebrows, bridging our noses. Whiteheads blistering, rimmed with purple rings. We jabbed our glasses with thick fingers. We picked and scabbed. We scarred easily.

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“These Are Not Your Asians” by Amy Minton

A story by alumna Amy Minton (fiction, ’09) appears at Waxwing:

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A waspish woman inside a cubicle hears gunfire coming from the offices one floor below. The unceasing barrage requires no human thought per bullet fired — no pause for human intent to squeeze, retract, and reload. These are automatic guns, perfect cycles of combustion, momentum, inertia, and ignition encased in lightweight steel

         [convenient for the soldier on-the-go]

and carried by Asians.

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Four Poems by Martha Rhodes

Four poems by faculty member Martha Rhodes appear at Waxwing:

First Summer Day Along the Merrimack River

It Is the Horse

Since Morning

Orientation

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“My Jewish Feet” by Peggy Shinner

A piece by alumna Peggy Shinner (fiction, ’94) appears at Lilith:

I have, according to a dubious assemblage of pundits, propagandists, and pseudoscientists, Jewish feet. What I thought was familial is, in the eyes of some, tribal. My feet are flat. They turn out. In podiatric lingo, they pronate. Pes planus, in medspeak and Latin. Liopothes, or “people with smooth feet,” wrote Greek physician Galen, who was the first to describe flat feet in the medical literature.

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“Sunrise” by Michael Collins

A poem by alumnus Michael Collins (poetry, ’03) appears at Lime Hawk:

 

Hazes of tiny bugs       nebula around            me.  Alone by the water

so early.  Still              as I have seen it. Small        birds skittering around

the marsh land only               on the small islands                abandoned

by low tide                  for fear of                   disturbing this picture

 

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