The Talon

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Callan Garber, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

I walk into the bathroom, using my elbow to flip the switch. The room fills with light, and I glance at my reflection before reaching down and turning the faucet on. Hot water. Scalding water. You can’t wash it off with cold w...

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Yalda Khodadad, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

it is the color that seeps out of chopped flesh and sinew it is the flexing of your muscles before you count one, three, and two because the mailman never seems to see the color of the post flag in the air it’s the ...

Tennis Courts

Eli Colbert, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

1. What did you make before you were gone? What would I remember? The latchkey fireflies on the ceiling of the schoolbus. The impressions on a courtyard’s grass in a wet heat, like the shading of a helicopter’s wings. The last branc...

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Rachel Lu, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

She is the crimson streak at dawn, up above everyone else, fiery and fierce; energy explodes through her fingertips. He is her complement, a soft mauve, muted, a support color, not one to stand out by itself. She is the red l...

The David

Alex Wong, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

“I used to be scared of reimagining the colors, you know. Always scared that I’d forget and start making them all up again.” “Imagine this,” the guide said. He stared into the man’s eyes. “In front of you is ‘...

Canvas

Tino Tugwete, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

To my Canvas,   You gave yourself to me And from your veins I took red You poured lemon grass in my violent storms And blood orange in my tortured skies   But I repaid you in watercolor   ...

Blinking

Booker Martin, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

This world is encompassed by Eyes reaching wide enough to hide Behind the eyelids that squint as Fleeting smiles fade from view   Now eyes are closed Yet they can see the Tattered seams of undone dreams...

Band-Aids

Emily Terada, Senior Writer

June 1, 2016

As a little kid, red was a picture perfect summer. Sounds of the ice cream truck sent every kid in the neighborhood running A couple of dollars could buy you any type of popsicle you desired; I liked the red ones, where crim...

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Sarah Katsev, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

Red evokes emotions I’ve felt while standing in line in public bathrooms, simultaneously trying to plug my nose and my bladder– fear (that my nose or bladder will somehow become unplugged), animosity (towards my fellow ba...

Red Is

Margo Lusinchi, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

full lips waiting she doesn’t knock bare feet over slick marble fabric swishing across waxy legs the scarlet catches a glass slipping off the edge of a low table scattered shards but no blood is drawn ...

Sanguine Fury

Sonnet Phelps, Guest Writer

May 18, 2016

the joke reddens our faces and we clutch, shaking, at our bellies, lips stretched tight across teeth as our heads swing lightheadedly skyward and our eyes, bouncing, roll gleefully back in maniacal convulsion as does the bloo...

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