A new poem and recording by alumnus Michael Collins (poetry, ’03) appears online at Kenning Journal: 

Self Portrait As A Mobius Strip

It’s true: Soon as you discover           the underground stream
you’ve been wading through     while searching
for a restroom                   is really a river
of urine and shit,       the irony’s often enough
to ruin your journey.        Don’t worry,
you can’t smell                in dreams. And it isn’t real
excrement, just an image.            Grow whole
with what the upperworld           rejects. In the darkness below
Avernum, in the cradle      of the dead,
your old man awaits you    with answers: A bride
with a smile like                 a Sibyline breeze, a new land

Finish reading online. 

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